Lab of Ice

== Hespiria's Tribes ==
== Section One: Nostalgic ==
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|-|Prologue=
So you have found this book. Let me say this: the book will contain things you wished never existed.
Now, come with me. I can show you the dangers of the world. Just turn the page and you'll be there. The lab shall come to you...
It all begins in a lab in the tundra, a lab made purely of ice. This lab was filled with dragons, many captured ones who long to be where they lived. The scientists didn't care. They poked them and tested them and would hurt them even more if they dared say one word.
And that one word was the word "stop". This word, to the snow-dragon scientists, meant resistance. That word also meant unhappiness, which they wanted more than anything.
Let's look at one of the subject's stories...
|-|Chapter 1=
5030 AS
I... wished for a better place to be than this.
This torture house was nothing like the Tree-dragon Palace. The palace was a greenhouse full of trees and flowers, and the dragons there had a heart. Here, I am treated like a centipede that got squished. They keep experimenting on us, and by the time we get to scram and leave this place, we don't look like our old selves and always will.
Most subjects return with a blank eye or two and scars. Some have a different scale color than normal. Rarely, they turn into another tribe of dragon altogether.
I have a blank eye, but no scars. My shimmering pale green scales were unscathed, although that was not always the case. Years ago, they kept hurting me, and I always returned from experiments with at least several cuts.
But now, they fear me.
When I look back at the good times, I seem to be possessed by the spirit of a dragon named Darkstalker. My eyes turn as black as the Ink-like Sea, and I start attacking the scientists, unaware of what I am doing.
They try to restrain me, but when they do, I hear a voice that says, "F---! Get working, Darkstalker!" and then I escape from them and attack them more ferociously. 
When I stop looking back at the good times, Darkstalker exits me, then waits silently for a chance to unlock my door and enter myself.
Now you may ask, "What does this have to do with anything?". This is just a preface to my story. You will see worse in the chapters to come. You have been warned.
"Astra," the Boss Professor growled. "Get over here, or I will slice off your head and hang it on the Wall of Condemned Subjects." 
Uh oh. That meant only one thing.
I'll be experimented on next.
|-|Chapter 2=
I was shoved through the halls by a Snow-dragon named Hare. She clamped on the heavy green bands on me and tossed me in the Experiment Room.
Don't get me wrong, I would love to escape right now, but the scientist there ordered TEN guards to stand at the entrance of the room,and I would hate to be killed trying to escape.
I closed my eyes and thought of the good times, when I was treated as an equal, not a slave.
The scientists screamed and screamed. One even wailed, "GUARDS! HELP US! ASTRA'S ACTING UP!" Of course, I did not care.
The guards took their spears and pinned me down. I hissed and sliced open a guard's arm, then snapped their neck.
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