The Black Hollow Dragon
Each day, I am on the run with a friend
Nowhere is safe for us.
No villages. No towns. No cities. No civilisation
We are treated like pigs for slaughter.
My partner is named Drako.
A Steelpaw Dragon.
Last of his known kind in Black Hollow to exist.
I try to train him
When I can, Where I can.
Yet people are trying to burn us at the stake
Without any notice. Without any time for rest
But . . .
Letting him go would be a grave, grave mistake.
It is Drako, they are after.
Not me.
Yet, we are still on the run when you read this.
Not able to go home.
Our home of Black Hollow due to our mistakes.
