Sky Abandon
Darax flew on silent wings towards the temple where child sacrifices were left. Anger was in his heart. Anger towards his old—recently dead—sire who had eagerly participated in the yearly abandonment ritual; anger that he had been left to deal with this mess; and fury at the cruelty of the humans in the capital city, who so willingly left their young at barely an age to walk, to the mercy of a dragon like him.
