A Bird Without It's Wings

ive completely forgotten how to do this tbh :cry:
also im completely redoing the first chapter, so what i put here isnt finished!!
== Chapter 1 ==
Seagull has always felt… different.
He’s always had some strange feeling inside him, like he was meant to do… something. That deep down inside him, something was waiting for the day he would find it, like a locked treasure chest full of gold at the bottom of the ocean.
But he’s not exactly sure what that “something” is. He could feel it, somewhere… But to unlock that treasure he would first need to find a key, and to find that key he would need a map, and if he wanted a map he would have to know about the treasure first, which he doesn’t, so he’s stuck in some weird, perpetual cycle of not knowing and thinking he knows, when he doesn’t even have any possible idea of what the treasure is even supposed to be.
(Why does it have to be treasure anyway? It could very well be some empty chest, and it's not like this whole "having to find the hidden treasure" metaphor makes any sense to him, anyways.)
He doesn’t even know if what he’s feeling makes him any different, considering he’s never seen the outside world before.  Ever since he hatched, Seagull has always lived inside the rock walls of his home. His mother, Dawn, never passed up an opportunity to lecture him on how lucky he was to have shelter, warm food, and a comfortable bed to sleep on (it’s the worst, most uncomfortable bed he’s ever slept on), so sure, he’d say he’s pretty lucky.
The problem is he doesn’t exactly know why the outside world is so dangerous, or why he needs to stay hidden. She's told him plenty of stories about all the fire-breathing, venom-spitting, and flesh-eating dragons she’s avoided on her trips. But there had to be nice dragons out there somewhere. There was no way his mom and him were the only ones, right?
Even if he wanted to go outside, which he really, really does- there was no way he could get out of the cave by himself. They lived deep inside a mountain, and any tunnel that seemed like an exit just led to more to more tunnels, and those tunnels led to even more tunnels. His mom refused to tell him how she left everyday, so unless he wants to die a cold, painful death stuck in a tunnel, he better accept being stuck in this stupidly cramped and humid cave.
It was also just way too small. They lived in maybe three rooms, but even those were hardly big enough to fit two adult dragons. There was his bedroom, which housed racks of scrolls about stories of heroes defending the world. Seagull enjoyed every kind of genre, but those had to be his favorite. A small part of him had always wanted to be a hero. Not like the ones in stories, but an actual hero, one who saves the world from looming threats.
Maybe that was the reason he was stuck here, that his mom was just getting him prepared for his destiny. Every hero has some kind of mentor, good or bad, who teaches them the skills they need to use to survive. 
He imagined his mom, crouched down, teaching him how to sneak up on an enemy and strike them down. He blew air out of his nose at the thought of it. The only thing his mom was good at teaching him was to hide from his enemies, and he was already pretty bad at that. Maybe he just wasn’t the best at hero-ing in general.
His mom’s room was next, but she didn’t have a lot of interesting things in there anyway. It was just another basic room, holding a single rock slab which she slept on. However, her study- the third room- was absolutely off-limits. His mom was definitely hiding something in there, but the last time he tried to get inside he was chucked into a tunnel and told to think about what he did. He was sure the spiders living in there loved having an awkwardly cramped, two-year old dragonet shoved into their tunnel. 
Maybe that’s where his treasure was: inside the study, where his mom was withholding secret information from him. It wasn’t a lie that he looked vastly different from her. He had a completely different face and build compared to her. Maybe his treasure was that he had some kind of weird mutation, or he was a lab experiment gone wrong. Or maybe there wasn't anything in there at all, and he definitely wasn’t trying to avoid the fact that maybe there wasn’t a reason why his mom was keeping him locked away from the world, and he was just weird-looking and useless like he’s always secretly feared.
Too bad the study’s closed off, though. His mom hadn’t been inside there for years, and it was locked shut.
I don’t want to go against her wishes, Seagull thought to himself. Though, I’m sure there’s a key somewhere…
“What are you doing?”
He jumped, and spun around to see his mom, wrenched from his thoughts. He sighed, and relaxed. "Yeah, yeah, I’m fine! You just… scared me.”
“I scared you?” she chuckled. “You're the one who's standing around in the dark. I thought, huh, I don't remember getting a Seagull shaped statue for our cave."
He snorted, and they trailed down the short hallway that led to the main room. It was the only spacious part of the cave, with a small unlit campfire in the center of the room. “I have a feeling that wouldn’t be that hard to replicate. I’m already super good at standing still.”
His mom laughed, and they sat down near the unlit campfire. Seagull sat down on one of the rocks surrounding the campfire, adjusting himself so he sat comfortably atop it, watching as his mom relit the campfire with her fire-breath. Another weird thing about Seagull was that he had no abilities. He knew little about the world on the outside, but he knew dragons were supposed to be born with some kind of natural ability. He thought he would take after his mom, but when he tried blowing fire like she had shown him hundreds of times before, he almost passed out from breathing so hard. 
The weird shrunken up gills on his neck were useless, too. The only purpose they served was to be itchy and dry all the time. The only cool thing about him was his night vision, but even that wasn’t super impressive. He was sure tons of dragons on the outside could see in the dark, but even then they were doing more than he was just laying inside this stupidly cramped cave.
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