Humanslayer

This page was made for Angel of Madness 001's What If Fanfiction Contest, using the prompt, "What If The Dragons Lost The Scorching?"
== Chapter 1 ==
Sky is afraid.
Sky is very, very afraid, which he thinks is reasonable, considering the fact that he is tied to a rock out in the blaring sun, straight in view of any human patrols that might pass by this way.
He hadn't meant to be bad, honestly, he hadn't! He'd been stupid, he knew that. It was dangerous to go outside, that was why all the SkyWings had to live as they did, underground and cramped. By going outside, he'd been putting everyone in danger. He knew that. It'd been told to him countless times.
But... Sky just wanted to go outside, for once in his life, while he was still a dragonet and could sneak away. He wanted to see the thing he was named after, to feel the cool breeze on his scales. Maybe... maybe even fly, just for a bit, if it looked safe.
Only Sky was an idiot who didn't know how to sneak around, and the guard at the entrance had seen him, and brought him to the queen, who'd stated that he was putting the entire tribe in danger and must suffer the most severe punishment. 
Hence how we reached the being-tied-to-a-rock-as-part-of-a-ritual-sacrifice.
Sky stared up at the clouds, and wondered if this view was worth all the pain he was going through. He knew the smart thing would be to say no, that he regretted his decision completely, but he was going to die anyway, so what was the harm in admitting the truth? 
Or maybe he wouldn't die. He knew there were three different types of humans who could find him(not like tribes, all the humans seemed to be united, but like different motivations), all with their own pros and cons. 
The first kind was the glory seeker, who would kill him immediately, pin his head on a wall, and probably make his skin into a rug or something. Their... weren't really many benefits to this, other than that they would at least grant him a quick death. Still, all things considered, Sky would prefer not to die, unless his only other option is like, falling through an endless void or something. But the humans can't do that to him. He doesn't think. Honestly, who knows with humans?
The second type, and possibly the worst depending on how you looked at it, were the businesspeople, the ones who would put him to work in some factory like he was an animal. Those types of humans were awful for the way they treated dragons. They were more than animals than anyone. After all, the humans had been chasing dragons for years, and dragons still recognized that humans were people, even if they were awful conquerers who couldn't talk properly. They didn't think they were animals. They couldn't, not with the things the humans had built. 
The third type, and probably the best option, where the pet-owners. He'd heard stories about those humans, from the rare souls who managed to escape, and while it seemed incredibly demeaning, they were both the easiest to escape from and the ones who would provide the best life while he was there. 
Sky heard a loud thumping noise and jolted, sensitive ears perking up, every pump of his increasingly fast hearbeat sounding so loud after being thrust back into his body so abruptly. He swiveled his head around widely, until he finally saw the pair of shiny, silver boots approaching him. He tried to lift his head up to see more, tried to struggle against the ropes, tried to shout for help, but he was held fast and gagged tightly. 
There was a flash of metal and then bright piercing pain. And then-- all of a sudden-- there was nothing. 
== Chapter 2 ==
Sky wakes up in a warm bed, which is... rather confusing, all things considered. 
He knows he hasn't been brought back, much as he'd like to close his eyes and pretend he was for a second. It was never this warm in the cave, and after what happened with him, they've probably gone through and blocked every tiny hole that might have brought in even a little sunlight. So he's not home(if the cave ever really was home).
But... he's also not dead.
So where is he?
He gets up, and then nearly falls down again as he realizes that he can get up. That's... telling. That's very, very telling, and Sky's heart pounds as he hopes that this means he's actually gotten lucky for once.
He pads around a little bit, feeling how the odd too-soft stone affects his balance, and then he sees her.
She's... small, is the only thing he can think of. And he knows that all humans are small, that their cunning should not be underestimated but she doesn't look at all dangerous. She's about half his size, with curly brown fur on her head and a round face. She doesn't look like she could possibly be a threat. 
"H-hello?" Sky says, even knowing she won't be able to understand him. 
The small human shuffles. "Squeak? Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak chirp squeak."
Sky let out a deep breath. "Okay... this is going to be difficult." 
Sky pointed to himself. "Sky," he said, enunciating every syllable carefully. "Sky." 
The human looked confused for a moment before her eyes lit up and she bounced on her heels. Sky wasn't sure what that meant, but she looked excited. "Ree-en! Me Ree-en!" 
Sky tried to repeat the word. "Ree-en?" 
The human girl frowned, and-- huh. Sky recognized frowning. Seemed that humans and dragons shared some common facial expression. "Wren. Wren." 
Sky tried again. "Wren." 
The human--Wren-- smiled and began bouncing again. Definitely a sign of happiness. "Yees! Wren! Yoooh Sky?" She pronounced the last word in dragon, with just the right growl on the last letter. 
Sky smiled, and nodded. "Sky." 
== Chapter 3 ==
Wren had never liked her parents. Never had, never would. They never paid much attention to her, always spending more time with their new "intern"(read-- more obedient child), Leaf. But she didn't think she'd ever hated them more than she did right now. 
A dragon. She had asked to spend more time with them(and that had been stupid in and of itself why had she ever thought that would work) and they had gotten her a dragon. It was going to eat her! They could have at least gotten someone to supervise this. 
Although now that Wren looked at the dragon, he didn't look particularly up to eating anyone. He was... small. Bigger than her, yes, but small. His scales didn't match any dragon tribe she'd ever seen in the books she stole from her parents library, and he looked scared. 
Wren didn't think she'd liked that. While she liked it a lot when stupid humans were scared of her, she knew what humans did to dragons sometimes. She wasn't going to that to this dragon. She didn't want him to think she would. 
The dragon makes a noise, a low growl that doesn't sound like a threat. 
Wren tilts her head at him in curiosity. 'Hello? Sorry that my parents brought you here, I'm guessing you'd rather be anyone else right now. I sure would," she finished her sentence off bitterly, although it wasn't entirely true. While she'd dreamed of escaping her parents house for years, she didn't want to leave this dragon here alone. 
The dragon growled back at her, sighing deeply. She wondered if sighs meant the same thing for dragons as they did for humans. No, don't be ridiculous, Wren. The dragon might be cute, but it's still a dangerous predator that will definitely eat you if given the chance. Although you are talking to it like its a person. Maybe you're just crazy. Actually, you're absolutely crazy, you're having a conversation with yourself.
The dragon looked confused for a moment, making a few more roaring noises, but then his eyes lit up. Wren backed a couple steps up, suddenly very conscious of the fact that dragons could breath fire, and had sharp teeth and claws. If I die now, someone had better sue my parents for this.
To Wren's great surprise forever, the dragon didn't make any movement to attack. Instead he pointed to himself and growled. He then repeated the same growl several times, with the exact same cadence and pitch. 
Wren looked around, confused, but then it was like a lightbulb lit off in her head. Oh-- he's telling me his name! I didn't even know dragons had names. Guess that's just another thing my parents were wrong about. She bounced on her heels, excited to have figured it out. 
Wanting to return the dragons-- no, Sky was what he'd said, wasn't it? It sounded more like Skriy, but that was the best she could figure-- Sky's kind gesture, Wren pointed to herself. 
"Wren!" she said, feeling happier than she had in weeks. "Wren!"
The dragon tilted his head. "Ree-en?" he said. It started out with a growl and ended with a squeak, and while it sounded more human-like than anything he'd said so far, it still sounded nothing like her name whatsoever. She frowned. 
"No, Wren," she said, this time pronouncing each syllable slower. "Wren." 
The dragon repeated after her, eyes squinted in concentration. "Wren." It sounded odd, not quite human. But it was her name. He could talk. Dragons were sentient, and could talk, and that had a whole wealth of implications she couldn't get into right now. The most important thing was this: he could talk. Wren could have a friend. 
She bounced up and down excitedly. "Yes! Wren! You," she said you instead of your, trying to make the sentence simpler, forgetting he didn't know any human at all, "Skhrry?" She held her breath, hoping she'd pronounced the word right. 
The dragon-- Sky-- smiled like she'd just hung the stars. "Sky," he said, nodding. "Ir'm Sky." 
== Chapter 4 ==
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