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There was once two dragons that fell in love. They had a passionate and short relationship, and the result was a small red and golden dragoness. Her parents formally gave her to the clan as that was the right thing to do when you got a child. She was to grow up with all the other small dragons in the Whiteclaw clan.

At the time she was born they had just ended a war with a clan named the Ravine. They had suffered a huge defeat and Imber had to be raised with the other dragons to fight against the enemy in case they attacked again. She was raised to be one of the greatest warriors.

When she turned 10 she was put in another rank with bigger and stronger dragons. She was too violent and aggressive for the dragons around her. But that was the way she had been raised by the clan, and that is just what they needed. It wouldn't be true to say that she lost a lot of good friends when they moved her, because all the other dragons were scared of her so she had none. She was a monster and a born killer. But it didn't matter for her, because she always tried to be the best at everything and she fit right in with the bigger dragons.

While she was still a lot smaller than the other dragons she was strong and fast for her own build, and no one could maneuver in the water the same way she could. The clan was quite proud of her at that time, and she would grow up to become a proud and honorable dragoness because of that. But her happiness didn't last forever. One by one the clan send away her friends to spy or fight the enemy, and they would never return. She would often sit and wait for days, but they never came back and. As she finally gave up on waiting for her friends the council made her train even harder than she had before. They had decided to send her away as soon as she was old enough.

Vengeance flew in her blood and she wanted to get her friends back with all her might. Training night and day she became the youngest and strongest dragoness in the Whiteclaw clan, but with that came a huge responsibility towards everyone. The friends she had left always wanted her to fight their fights and she could never have a normal talk with another dragon. The worst thing was that all the male dragons feared her. Except for one...

He was about the same age as her, and he was in one of the front ranks of the military. Imbers smile was always big when he was nearby, but as time went by she began feeling something towards this dragon. When she couldn't hold it in anymore she confessed her feelings to him, and his respond made her understand that no male dragon wants a mate that is stronger than him. Devastation ruled her being for a while. It was the clan that had made her what she was: a despised demon. She decided to never open her heart to anyone in fear of getting rejected again... but she didn't know how badly she would fall the next time.

And then her time finally came. She went along with 30 dragons behind her, and only one general in front of her. Imber had never liked him because he had never understood her true powers and always favorite people that secretly hated her. But she didn't mind fighting beside him if he didn't get in her way.

As expected the enemy attacked in small groups. Imber fought head on. She was so fierce and strong that a handful of enemies fled just by seeing what she did to their friends. Imber isn't quite like other dragons. She never kills another dragon and she only scares the ones she knows isn't strong enough to fight her. Wanting them to fight and become stronger so she could finally face an enemy that could take her hear on. She has a strong will, but the fair play is the most important part of her fighting. While her other companions were killing off the enemy, she tried to get to them first, just to scare them away or hurt them so they couldn't fight. Her dream was to meet a dragon with equal strength to hers.

On the third day there were no enemies. They sat in a circle listening to the general speak about where they would attack next. Imber didn't hear a word he said because she lied a couple of feet away from the circle distracted by the beautiful blue sky.

She didn't see it coming when her companions suddenly attacked her and held her down to the ground. Her instincts kicked in and she made one of them fly into a tree as she kicked him, but before Imber could get a hold of the situation they forced her to face the ground and held her down with everything they had.

"Why are you doing this to me?" She asked with clenched teeth as a dragon stepped on her maw.

"Your making us look bad, that's why." A male dragon said, she couldn't see his face nor recognize it. She felt a sudden pain in her left paw as the dragon stepping on it drew his claw under her scale and pinched the skin. She growled in pain. And then, before she had the time to react her wings were broken by someone else. Imber didn't feel the broken bones at first because she already had adrenaline rushing through her blood.

"We can't just leave her like this." One of them said, and everyone went quite.

"You're right, we can't. We need to make sure she never gets back alive. But I'm not going to have her blood on my paws!" The one on her back said: probably the one that had broken her wings. She was about to loose consciousness from the pain, but something still made her hold it together. Tears ran down her face rapidly, but she bit her teeth together and tried to focus on anything other than the pain in her broken bones.

"I'm on it." The one pinching her left paw said, and then it got worse, before she knew it the dragon had bitten into her paw and ripped off a couple of scales. The mind-blowing pain made her loose her mind. She went into a beast- like mode that only her worst enemies had witnessed.

Turning her head to the side she bit the paw that was on her head making the dragon flinch and fall over the dragon beside him, suddenly her right paw and maw were freed. She didn't need to do much more after that because they all fled. Imber pushed the dragon that had broken and destroyed her left paw away with her left shoulder and rolled on the side so that the one on her back fell over her.

The pain was agonizing as she fell on her broken wings, but it made her even more vengeful. In anger she ripped his throat open and pushed his body off of her. Her now free tail went straight for the dragon that had destroyed her paw. He had tried to run away but came to a halt as the tip of her tail pierced his neck through the scales. He let out a chocked cry and drowned in his own blood.

As she turned around, angry and sad at the same time she saw what she had done. Two of her companions were dead and a handful somehow got injured by her escape.

The pain was excruciating by the time she understood the situation. She laid down on the ground for a while, thinking they would come back for her and either help or kill her. But no one came so she closed her eyes and felt the pain go through her body like a lullaby.

When she woke up the next morning she decided to walk all the way back to her clan with a destroyed paw and two broken wings. At least her wings weren't broken in more places than one each, so she held them close to her body as she staggered her way back.

Her companions had left her for dead. The only thing that was pushing her right there was the thought of telling the elders of Whiteclaw how cowardly her companions had attacked her.

She couldn't put any weight on her left paw so she walked slowly for as long as she could. Holding the same tempo for almost a week, she somehow managed to get home.

Ignoring the scared and confused glares she pushed her way to the nursing place where humans helped heal dragons. One of them, a young male went to tell the elders of her arrival. They healed her wings with human magic, but her paw couldn't be healed wholly and she had to put up with the exposed skin and a scar where the dragon had ripped of her scales. She would need rehabilitation and she was told she would never be able to use it the same way she had done before. At least her wings were as good as new.

Lying inside a room full of humans she didn't dare shred a tear, but her insides were screaming of vengeance.

"Imber," one of the humans said out loud, taking her out of her own thoughts. "The elders don't want to talk to you. They say you're not good enough for them any more. I'm so sorry." She was about to bite the head off of the human, but she just couldn't do it. There was no need to take it out on someone who had just helped her out. She was angry on herself because she should have seen it coming.

"Thank you so much for your warmth, humans. Now please leave this place for your own safety." Imber stood up and went out of the room.

In the streets no one talked. Everyone stared at her. She pushed her proud golden chest out and held her head up high, but her tears were pushing on even now. Imber walked past them, flapping her wings to see if they actually worked and didn't hurt: they were totally fine now. As she walked past the dragons she saw the ones that used to be her friends and even the dragon she had fallen for a while ago. He gave her a disappointed look. The dragons she knew were her parents watched her walk past them, and neither of them said anything. Yet, she could see that she had somehow made them proud. How? She wondered.

In the end she stood in front of the general and a couple of other dragons that had been in her companions just a week ago. The dragons that had conspired against her.

"You have nothing to do here anymore, monster." The general said with a strong voice. She smiled nostalgically at him not knowing how to respond back and went right through their group. If they attacked her right now she would probably loose on purpose, not wanting to live anymore.

At the end of the road the elders of the clan stood in a half circle, waiting for her to approach. She stood in front of them, leaning on her right front paw as her left felt weird. Imber has a skill of reading other peoples emotions through their eyes; she saw a lot of fear, anger and generally mixed feelings.

"You're of no use for us anymore, Imber." One of the elders said with a shaky voice. It was the one that had practically raised her.

"I- I don't really understand. I'm the fastest and most skilled dragon in the clan! Let me fight and show you that I'm better than even your best!" She growled at them without noticing it herself.

"You're a monster!" Some elder she had never noticed before cried.

"I am your best fighter!" She hit the ground with her tail as hard as she could making the dust fly up.

"I am the one who can turn this war of yours around! I am the one that can make you win glory and power! Why are you calling me a monster when this is what you raised me to be? Are you not satisfied!?" Her voice made the air chill. They all stood there just watching her, not really knowing how to respond since they knew what she was capable of.

"You are nothing anymore. You are no fighter and you are not the one that can turn the war around. You are broken. There is nothing you can do to get better now. We need good, healthy warriors, not broken crazy ones that kill their comrades." Her elder said. The person that had raised her and made her what she was. The one she looked to for advice and for comfort. She knew he was right. Looking down on her left paw she saw how big the scar was. She couldn't fight the same way she had done since she was born and she couldn't help the clan with anything else.

With tears in her eyes she turned to him and walked up to his face so that only he could hear it. She could feel how the others went quite, waiting for her to attack him, but she had no intentions of attacking someone that was this weak.

"Just so you know: jealousy isn't a dragon's trait." She then pushed her way through them and as proudly and majestically as possible threw herself into the air, chose a direction and began flying, not knowing where she was going. She growled and roared of pain, her tears falling through the sky like rain.

After flying the whole day she finally found a river with a waterfall she could catch her breath at. It was twilight and she felt a weird sensation through her whole being. For once in her life she felt both scared and alone. She put her face into the cold water, trying to wash away all the pain and the dry tears. Putting her left paw into the water she felt at ease. It felt good, like a tingling sensation of peace, washing away all the pain and the memories.

But peace can never last, not for her. Her instincts kicked in even before it hit, but she would never have guessed it would be destiny that knocked her out.