I am Meheret, and I was a simple dragon for hundreds of years; now for the past twenty years I slept in seclusion in an abandoned cathedral. Once I stood atop the accessible dragon world and led as the head of the Red clan. Which were one of the four main clans that served as hand and feet of the Dragon King.
As gratitude for our friendship, the Dragon King bestowed the title of Holy General. We have known each other since our days as hatchlings.
I poured sweat and tears fighting off the rival dragons and assassins that wanted to take the king's place, and I did pay a lot: fatal injuries, lost teeth, and several broken bones; it was way too much to count. But even though I lost so much, I never lost one thing, my daughter Levrevi; she was a cheerful, happy child. She called me "Papa" so passionately and with a loving tone.
It was such a blessing to have her. I was sent to the nearby Blue clan dragon's residence for a regular visit. My daughter begged me to take her with me, and I took her; how could I refuse?
She had so much fun there; the Blue clan head welcomed us kindly, and I was pleasantly surprised by his welcome. I didn't expect that.
We certainly took our time in the nearby towns; we spent our time together in human form at festivals, and we visited every single stall we could find multiple times over. We ate delicious cakes and candies. Levrevi at the end of every day was filled with sweets, and each time without fail her stomach hurt. She didn't really care that much.
I, of course, kept discouraging her. "Levrevi, we won't go anymore; you can't be eating them this much. It is hurting you," but she would tell me, "This is stupid! I don't care that it hurts; I am just happy I can waste your time!"
And the day after the talk, each time, I took her yet again to the festival.
We also played hide and seek with each other, but it wasn't hard to find her; she was horrible at it. She would hide behind a lamppost, thinking she was hidden, while she was completely exposed. It was cute and adorable when I looked back at it.
I don't remember more than this. My mind had degraded so much, as if I had aged hundreds of years in just twenty.
One day the Blue clan head had been set ablaze by hooded figures; I think one was wearing a skull necklace or something of that sort. I fell into rage afterwards as they carried her away to the fairies' camp.
I was furious about what they did, but the Blue clan leader was still shocked at what transpired. He stopped me from doing anything reckless that night, so he first told me to calm down, and in the meantime, they stopped the fire from spreading. It was hard, but I calmed down the next day and flew after them with the blue clan leader and other blue dragons.
When we arrived at the place they held her, we found a battle taking place between elves and fairies; it was probably eighty thousand fairies against sixty thousand elves. We split up searching for her; I was alone, and the people underneath me scrambled to run away as I flew just above the ground, searching for her. I think I struck a few while flying, but I didn't care that much.
For some reason the fairies looked like they had witnessed death itself when they saw me, but when the elves saw me, they just moved away, unsure what to do. It only took me a minute to find her. She… I… When I looked up, she hung there… lifelessly.
She was crucified to the wooden cross. Her fingers were either broken apart or the skin had been ripped cleanly away. Her arms were mutilated, exposing the white gleam of bone beneath the shredded flesh. I whispered with tears in my eyes, "Levrevi… what did they do to you…"
Her legs were gone, ripped out at the joint. Her body was charred, the surface burned away until she barely resembled her own self. The only way I recognized her was the ring on her finger, still bearing the Red clan's sigil.
I don't remember much after seeing her as I once again fell into rage. All I remember is the carnage that happened afterwards. The first memory after it was of me being subdued to the ground by the head of the Blue clan; he looked at me once and saw something wrong. He looked ahead and saw her, hanging on a cross.
I think he looked horrified while looking at me or her. I don't care anymore.
Afterwards, I was taken to the court of the dragon, where I was sentenced to death, effective immediately, but the dragon king intervened immediately and banished me, partially because of our friendship, but mostly he saw the evidence, and he felt like I was not in my right mind.
He gave me a pitiful look and told me to leave and forget what had happened that day. I refused to be banished, saying, "You can't! Please don't do that to me! Kill me! Just kill me! I have no reason to keep on living! She is dead! I saw her dead! She is dead! P-please don't do this to me! Just end me!!" But he felt sad while hearing this; I saw a single rare tear fall down his cheek, and he ordered the court magicians to just escort me, and so I wandered for a few weeks before I found this cathedral.
And so for the next twenty years I wasted myself waiting for Mytri to come and end my miserable life.
Waited I did…