"Life isn't fair, that is my experience."
Seraphine shook her head sorrowfully at the bitter red dragon. Like looking into a gem and seeing many facets of reflection, she saw in Abraxas a reflection of who she might have become. She saw a dragon who had been betrayed, captured, and tormented into submission. Had events been any different, she might have fallen just like Abraxas—and she still might, she realized with a surge of fear.
Could Abraxas rise from the depths to which he had plunged? That remained to be seen.
"You're right, Abraxas," Seraphine declared. "Life isn't fair. If it was, I would still have my family. And you're right that every dragon is capable of betrayal, but that doesn't mean they will always choose to act on that capability. Please don't judge every dragon by what you might have experienced in the past."
"Se-eraphine! Seraphine! We need to get-et out of he-ere!” a small voice called. Seraphine could barely hear it over the crackling of the fire and the thunderous racket of her own heartbeat. Torthai! Serapine spun around to locate the youngling. There she was, with a hunter just behind her. Not again.
Serpahine bounded toward Torthai, leaping through the wall of golden fire. She spread her wings out and roared in the hunter's face, hoping to scare her enough that she would run away. That's usually what humans did.
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