The Exiled Dragon
My dragon pulled on my ripped cords, trying to scream to stop, causing blood to spit from my mouth.
“We should stop. He’s bleeding!” One witch yelled over the roaring wind and my screams. My fingers dug into the dirt, feeling it push up into my skin.
“No, like plant baring fruit, we rip it out. Prolonging it would only end in disaster!” The wind picked up, the bolt of light still pulling. Glinda began chanting again and her sisters joining her. The pain became too much, even my dragon couldn’t pull on my cords. There was nothing left now. I was sure my dragon couldn’t force my damaged cords to work for the rest of my life.