Whoosh, whoosh. The sound was like wind itself was being torn like paper. I stayed under my tree though. It was probably another clan member trying to scare me. This was always happening, they hated me for some odd reason. They, like others, were normal dragons. I though, was different. Their scales were bright colors, mine were like the night sky itself black with speckeld white spots all over me for stars it seemed. They were cheerful, I was always depressed. I was called a bright night hatching. They were called Ruby moon hatch lings. Everything about me was different for them.
This is only part one of my story, comment and heart if you'd like to hear more. See you later.