~Brian Basilisk~

[Clyde]

“What worries you, Clyde?” I turned and bowed my head respectfully. I let out a puff of air to let him know that yes, I was worried, but staying in my dragon form was helping me to repress my worry and concern as well as my unreasonable anger towards the force that was unfathomable. This must have been a surprise to him, for this was the second time in a week that I was here.

This cliff was a stiff one, overlooking a gentle stream that flowed beneath and the lush forest surrounding it. The very place that calmed my mind and gave me solace. My brother and I discovered this place when we were at the age where we didn’t know sorrow. It also happened to be where my brother was living, in a humble log cabin. This place was so isolated that hardly anyone dared to climb it, giving both of us a perfect opportunity to get respite. For him, it was more like a prison– a self-proclaimed prison.

My brother smiled, the same serene smile as if his heart hadn’t been torn apart and his f