Unazaki

“Food...food...food…” Zenkrich dragged his puny, scaly body through the green hill. His wings flapped uncontrollably, begging him to fly, despite being now useless. He hadn’t eaten for too long, and now hunger was winning over him. Beyond the top, the profile of tall, transparent towers emerged from he horizon, the sun setting down behind them. Zenkrich knew what they were. But he tried to suppress that knowledge. His young mind had tormented him enough reminding him of what they had done. They… They… A clash of multiple steps on the mountain rocks. Unbearably loud bangs. A smell of metal and sulphur, so overwhelming it nearly knocked him out. Dragons roaring in pain… “NO!” He shook his head violently. That didn’t happen. That didn’t happen. He didn’t remember at all what his life was before, only that his name was Zenkrich, and that was enough. There was more urgent stuff to think about. “Food...food...food…” He didn’t even know how he had crossed an entire mountain range and a