Incinerated

= Chapter One =
I swore that I hadn’t burned down those houses in the village.
However, they believe otherwise. Apparently, I match the witness’s description of the dragon who did this. ‘A tall, lanky SandWing with a deformity who looked like they could hurt someone is probably all that the witness said. Then again, that could be a mass part of my tribe - minus the deformity.
The soldiers who arrested me didn’t even give me a chance to explain who I was - nor did they even give me an interrogation.
Now I’m stuck in this disgusting cage with this other dragon - surprisingly a RainWing - who looked around my age. I’m guessing they struck someone with that venom stuff that the tribe has. Maybe not, they could be more of a melee type of dragon. 
Regardless, they had plenty of scars and looked pretty skinny, unlike me- a scar-free dragon who got plenty to eat. The RainWing’s scales had faded from what I guessed was the lack of sunlight. That was still a thing in their genetics, right? I dunno, I never studied in school.
They had to have been in this cell for a while. At least a year, they’ve gotten that prison ego type thing I’ve heard of. Overbearing was a word that I would for sure use to describe how they acted towards me. ted that.
While I was lost in my thoughts, I had missed the door opening with an agonizing creak. The only reason why I noticed was the slight sigh and mutter from my cellmate, “Another one? Third one today.” My ears perked up with interest, and I swiveled my head to look at them. 
“What?” I asked. “This place wrongfully arrests other dragons for no good reason,” They replied, staring at me. “Like you.” She said, standing up to stretch. “I don’t do things like this, but I hate it. Where are we even? One of those soldiers just whacked me in the head with a pretty rough wing and wiped me out cold.”
A guard raised an eye at us, squinting with suspicion. He shook his head and shoved another hopefully-not-dead dragon’s body in a cell - this time a NightWing -, locking it securely behind them to not let them escape.
“This is Queen Candelabra’s place. She’s a pretentious bastard, really. You’ve probably not heard of something that she does. She runs an underground illegal fighting arena- for which we are candidates. I’ve fought a few, killed others.”
My eyes widened with shock. I knew that she wasn’t one of the best Queens, but this was all unheard news to me. 
“She’s a good-for-nothing gypsy!” Chimed another dragon in the cell across from us. My roommate nodded. “That’s for sure, Alyssum!” They turned back to me. “All she ever does is sit around on the throne in the arena down here and eat charred lamb legs while she watches dragons die!”
“That’s cold!” I yelled. “She sounds like molded grubs.” My cellmate cringed a little, whilst Allysum gagged over in the other cell. “We’re vegetarian, so that makes it even worse,” Alyssum said with disgust. “Exactly!” I said one again.
The door opened with the same agonizing noise. This time, however, all three of us noticed. The guard moved in our direction, before coming to a stop in front of my cell. “Echis of the SandWings, you’re up soon. I suggest that you prepare yourself - both mentally and physically.”
= Chapter Two =
“Echis of the SandWings, you’re up soon. I suggest that you prepare yourself - both mentally and physically.”
Those words struck fear in me. After hearing what my roommate and Alyssum told me, I knew for sure what was going to happen. There’s a good chance I’m going to have to fight another dragon - just to entertain some idiotic royals like Queen Candelabra - if she’s even a Queen at all. She’s more like a monster.
I gulped, looking straight at the guard. To my knowledge, I hadn’t been here for more than a day and out cold for some of it. The guard left, leaving the prisoners alone once again in this cellar. My roommate patted me on the sail with one of their wings and said, “Don’t worry, the first fight is pretty easy. You’ll probably get someone scrawny and little to fight.” I looked at her. “Scrawny or not, I don’t want to hurt anyone!”
Alyssum looked at me and sighed. “It’s the survival of the fittest here, so you’ve gotta do what you gotta do to survive. [...] Anyways, you’ve got about five before they pull you out of here. ‘Suggest you stand up and get ready to be shackled up.” I raised a brow. “You’re gonna get your wings shackled,” My roommate explained. “Then they’re gonna bring you out. That guard just came in here to warn you about it.”
With that, the same guard came in with two others. I assume one was to stab me if I tried to run, considering they had a spear with them. The original held the shackles, whilst the third walked over to my cell and unlocked it. They then dragged me out by a horn, shoving me down onto the hard stone floor below.
I grunted when I hit the floor, coughing hoarsely when my diaphragm hit it roughly. The original guard moved to the side of me, moving the cold metal shackles onto the back of my wing, then up, and then around the base of the other. I looked up, Alyssum waving bye to me as I was dragged out.
I was not excited about this battle.
Two of the guards stood me up and escorted me out into the dim chandelier-lit hall. Stone walls surrounded the entire room, besides the moss growing on the walls. We went down a ramp leading to yet another ramp before we got to where the sand started to crunch under my talons.
A cacophony of sounds erupted as the Queen arrived on the stage, followed by who I assumed was the announcer. The announcer stepped up to the podium beside where the Queen sat, smoothing a scroll out on the flat wooden surface. He coughed to the side before starting his speech.
“Attention, ladies & gentledragons! Thank you all for attending yet another battle. We are pleased to have you all here tonight. Today, we have a new arrival - a deformed SandWing, isn’t that lovely? Feel free to mock them and throw your pebbles at them!”
The crowd laughed, to which I grunted angrily. I wasn’t ugly or anything, I just had two barbs at the end of my tail. “Bring in the combatants!” The guards shoved me out at the same time as my opponent - a scrawny little IceWing who looked like it had heatstroke.
“Claws up!”
I took a deep breath, deeply dreading what possible outcomes could happen - either I live with the guilt of killing another dragon, or I die. There is no middle ground here whatsoever - it’s a kill-or-be-killed situation for both of us.
“Fire ready!”
The crowd’s roars of uncontained excitement for the battle grew louder and louder until it was nearly deafening. The arena was so loud that I couldn’t even hear my thoughts any longer - it was muffled under all of the yelling.
“Fight!” The announcer roared, blowing a death whistle to signal the beginning of the battle. I sunk my claws into the sand below as I got ready to pounce, the IceWing in front of me looking like it was getting ready to use its frostbreath. Before they had a chance, though, I tackled them to the ground.
They shrieked with surprise, although it got quiet and muffled when I put a clawed talon on their neck. My talon put more pressure on their neck, my claws sinking into the softer scales of the underbelly. I felt bad, honestly, but like Alyssum said - ‘it’s the survival of the fittest.’ I forcefully put more pressure on their neck, getting through the scale and flesh easily.
Tiny pools of blood that had risen formed around my claws. My talons moved quickly down their neck, leaving streams of open flesh. The IceWing tried to scream, but all that came out was a hoarse groaning noise that sounded like it came from a dragon who was drowning. My body forcefully brought up flames, which landed right on their face above the snout.
As the two of us fought, the cheering and jeering only grew louder, fueling my body to destroy my opponent. Although horrified, I still continued to harm the IceWing on the ground below me. Their face was now a bit charred, tiny parts of it still on fire. I got off of the IceWing and looked at them for a quick moment before raising my two-barbed tail. Like a scorpion, I quickly stabbed them to finish it off.
The crowd in the arena roared with entertainment - including the Queen and the announcer. I stood in the middle of it, all of their eyes watching me. My adrenaline was so high that I couldn’t even feel the pain where the IceWing had clawed at my underbelly, desperate to escape. I looked at the IceWing’s now deceased corpse, asking myself why I did that.
They didn’t deserve it - not one bit and I knew that. Not many dragons besides criminals and evil queens deserved it - sometimes not even them. But before I could continue with my thoughts, two guards came out from either side. The ones that had brought me in the arena came back out on my side. I knew what they were going to do, so I just walked toward them.
One of them held out their spear. “Chill- I know I just killed a dragon, but I’m just going along with what I assume you wanted me to do.” They nodded, lowering the spear. They then began to drag me back into the cell, locking the door behind me.
My roommate looked at me. “Nice one.”
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