Teardrops

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I'm running out of tear drops, let it hurt til it stops. The emptiness is heavier than you think.
This isn't the way I pictured life.
The world was spinning. Twirling round and round. The clouds and those above blending together, as a dragon fell from the sky in a halo of blood and flames. 
Everything was supposed to have gone so differently.
Gold and orange flames charred and burned the falling dragon, his scales bubbling and blistering from the heat. Screams of agony carried away on the wind that does nothing to abate the all consuming blaze.
Maybe it has, and this is just a dream.
Burnt and crooked wings nothing but useless anchors, weigh down the falling dragon. An angel of death as he falls. 
Or a memory
The crunch of bone, the tearing of tissue and scales as he hits the ground, is a horrible sound. 
Something about this, so very wrong.
The fates cry as the crumpled body burns, setting the ground alight around him. The gentle embrace of death comes for him.
How did I get here. Where did I go wrong?
Where did everything go wrong... What happens when angels fall? Why have we run out of teardrops? 
=Teardrops:=
Written/Edited by: Isis The Masked Dragon
Lyric credits: Bring Me The Horizon (Teardrops, Ludens) Slipknot (Wait and Bleed)
==Horizon:==
Horizon opened his eyes slowly. His dry and cracked lids sliding apart painfully to allow blinding white light to enter his retinas. Horizon tried to blink away the white light, and the dark spots that it created at the edges of his vison. Blinking hurt just as badly as opening his eyes had, but Horizon did it anyway. Slowly his eyes began to adjust and Horizon got his first look at his environment. A cracked yellow brown surface, a roof of some sorts. If Horizon was looking the roof, then he must be lying on his back. He tried to sit up and cried out as pain sliced through his whole body. The basic attempted movement hurt so severely it caused the black spots to return to the corners of Horizon's vison, threating to return him to a state of unconsciousness. Horizon took a few deep, painful breaths. Even the simple act of breathing hurt him. Each breath was like hot razors cutting into Horizon's lungs, throat, and nose. Only the shallowest of inhalations didn't bring him pain. Horizon realized that his breathing was muffled, like there was something covering his mouth. Horizon tried to touch the front of his snout, but was only able to raise his arm a few inches off the bed he assumed he was laying upon before the pain became too great and Horizon exclaimed in pain. As he laid there, sensation began to return to Horizon's extremities. The sensation of agonizing, itching pain. "Doctor! He's awake! Come quickly!" Horizon heard running talonsteps and then there where two dragons staring down at him. A reddish orange SkyWing and a dark green LeafWing with bright read freckles across her nose. 
"Beech, quickly get a sedative. Not enough to knock him out, but at least enough to dull his pain." The LeafWing nodded and disappeared from Horizon's field of view. A few seconds later Horizon could feel a needle inter his arm, and then the pain and itching began to recede. "I'm going to need you to do as a say for a bit." The SkyWing said to Horizon. "Blink if you understand." As he was commanded Horizon blinked. "Excellent. We're going to try and help you to a more upright position. You shouldn't be able to feel anything so don't worry about being hurt." The SkyWing took Horizon's arm and motioned for the LeafWing Beech to do the same. Slowly they moved Horizon so that he was leaning against a wall or something, rather than laying flat on his back. This enabled Horizon to see the rest of the room he was situated in. It wasn't that large. Four walls with a high window in the one directly in front of Horizon. The room was largely bare. The bed Horizon had been lying on seemed to be the only furniture, aside from a small mirror. Horizon could see his reflection in the mirror. He was wrapped head to tail in white bandages, only his silver eyes left uncovered. "I want you to try something for me." The SkyWing said. "Try raising your left arm, then if you can your right." Unhampered by pain, Horizon was able to fully lift up his arms and even make a fist. "Wonderful. Try moving your other limbs now." Horizon did as instructed. His arms, legs, tail and head all were able to move. It was when Horizon attempted to move his wings that he became confused. He couldn't feel them. "If you can, could you tell me you name?" The SkyWing doctor asked. Momentarily distracted from his inability to feel his wings, Horizon tried to say his name but all that he uttered was a horse moan. He tried again, choking out the word, 
"Horizon."
"Ah, Horizon. My name is Alpine." Alpine pointed to Beech, still standing on Horizon's left. "My assistant is Beech." 
"Where am I?" Horizon asked. Speaking hurt almost as much as breathing did, but he knew it was just a pain he would have to get used to. 
"Well my friend, you're in the hospital of a town named Pasir. Small place at the SkyWing/SandWing border." Alpine said.
"Why? How did I get here?"
"How you exactly got here I'm unsure of. You just showed up at the front door in a heap." Alpine said. Beech nodded. 
"You were covered in so many awful burns and had so many broken bones and other injuries." She said. Alpine agreed.
"You were in such awful shape, we had a difficult time even figuring out what tribe you were. Being completely catatonic as you were, it seemed unlikely that you would tell us." 
"How long have I been here for."
"You were in a coma for three years, and under our care for the duration of it." Beech said. "This was the first time you've shown and signs of improvement or a recovery." Horizon felt his head spinning. He'd been in a coma for three years? What had happened to put him in one?
"What happened to my wings?" Horizon asked. He was still unable to move or feel them at all. Alpine frowned.
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you no longer have them. We couldn't save them. They were so burned that they would never heal, and have just been useless dead weights for you to carry around. I'm sorry." This was too much for Horizon. The effort of breathing and speaking, and the knowledge that he'd spent three years of his life asleep and would never have the ability of flight was too overwhelming. He closed his eyes and let darkness take deliver him to dark oblivion. 
I need a new leader, we need a new Luden
This isn't the way I pictured life.
Running as fast as he can. Shouting voices getting nearer. Every step puts off destruction, but only for a second.
Everything was supposed to have gone so differently.
Looking to the sky he can see a fireball descending from the heavens. His pause leaves him vulnerable to his pursuers. 
I'm so disconnected from the things I see.
The mob that hounds him has him cornered. There's no escape for now.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but soon the sting will pass 
Attacked and beaten for a crime he didn't commit, bones break and blood sprays.
Names can dig so many graves, I don't know where to stand
Left to die, the stars his only companions as life hangs by a thread.
How did I get here, where did I go wrong?
Do you know why the flowers never bloom?
Will you retry or let the pain resume?
I need a new leader, we need a new Luden.
So come outside, it's time to see the tide.
It's out of sight, but never out of mind.
I need a new leader, we need a new Luden
==Luden:==
A dragon leaned against a doorframe, the inky black of his scales blending in with the shadows of the entry. The only indication that there even was somebody standing there where the occasional swishes of a moving tail, and a brief flash of sun against shiny steel. From his spot just within the doorway, Luden stared out at the world around him, a disdainful expression affixed on his face. His cold grey hooded eyes barely visible beneath the brim of a black and silver officers cap held the same look of malice. Luden wasn't an extraordinarily tall individual, just above the average height for his dominant tribe of NightWing. He wasn't very muscular either. The most interesting bits of Luden's appearance were the purple webbing between his talons, purple luminous scales under his wings, a small scar on his lower jaw, and his interesting fashion sense. A black officers cap and similarly colored steel choker and earrings being the most noticeable parts of his attire. It wasn't a look adopted by most, but it suited the NightWing hybrid well. Luden stepped out from the shadows of the doorway and into the bright sunlight beyond. He glanced up towards the sky briefly before his setting his gaze back towards earth. What was he to do. The summer afternoon was quiet, and hot enough that there wouldn't be many souls out and about for Luden to interact with. Interact was a bit of a stretch. Harass and threaten was more appropriate. Like many in this world Luden lived a life of criminality. Nothing serious, mainly extortion. Luden was rather good at what he did, and often got the things he wanted. 
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