First Met

== prologue: leaving ==
tonight was the last night. 
firestorm swallowed, trying to hide his fear. he curled in his wings, taking one last look back. 
why had it come to this? 
why couldn't he have something left? anything? 
he gritted his teeth. there no use in hoping now. 
the mother he knew was gone. she had changed, and was nothing more than the empty husk of the dragon she once was. the mother firestorm had loved was gone. 
i don't care! i don't! 
he was a good liar. but not to himself, which was unfortunate. 
fxck it. 
he couldn't forget the old times, not ever. "i still love you," firestorm breathed, careful to keep his voice so low that his mother wouldn't wake up. "i'm sorry that i'm leaving." 
and then he was gone. 
the sky was so welcoming. 
but he had to be cautious. his father... he could be anywhere in this massive world. 
his grip on his satchel tightened. it would be a long night. 
a long, sleepless night. 
of course, that was normal. 
calm down. 
it couldn't be that bad. sure, he hadn't had a lot of flying experience... and he might meet other dragons, which he'd never done before, but it would be fine, surely. but even that seemed a bit too hopeful. 
CALM. DOWN. 
he could handle this. 
so he flew on, his large wings beating rhythmically. the outside world was... so huge. there had to be some safe spot where firestorm could live by himself. 
or he could keep moving every night. 
that... wasn't too appealing. 
keep flying seems like a good plan, at least for now. it can't get any worse than this, can it? 
as he kept flying away from the horrific place, he began to feel more hopeful. it will be fine. or maybe that was wishful thinking. which... was the most likely scenario. firestorm winced. 
he touched one of his claws to the wolfskin pouch hanging around his neck. fond memories flooded back, engulfing him fully. 
his body felt like it was on autopilot. if certainly left a lot more space for thinking, which... to be fair, wasn't that good. 
firestorm had escaped the walls of his house, but now the walls of his mind pressed in too closely. his mind was a prison, his head throbbed with panic, and suddenly, flying felt more suffocating than anything else, stamping out the earlier feelings of joy. 
calm. 
he took a deep breath. this was fine. 
it was not. 
he should have been used to this. 
weak. 
the voice of his father returned, taunting and pressing in too tightly. he shuddered. 
insecure. weak. useless. 
the thoughts were clearly not leaving. well, fine, he thought, although he didn't feel especially fine. i can handle this. 
firestorm kept flying. 
==chapter one: ==
The sky was stained with fiery red and gold, the colors of flames, with pure gold rays darkening the snowy white clouds. the warm breeze was comforting, although firestorm didn't feel safe. 
not yet, at least. 
firestorm swallowed as he curved in his wings and swooped down. he landed softly, under the shade of a large rowan tree. would this make good shelter? 
hopefully.
well, any shelter was fine, so long he didn't die. that would be unpleasant.
or would it?
firestorm didn't exactly want to test it out. 
he fiddled around for a moment, then curled up to hopefully enjoy the sunset.
although he'd already seen a sunset yesterday, today's didn't fail to awe him. the golden rays cast the tree in a bright golden glow, as though it was lit up by a thousand fireflies. 
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