The wind was sharp and cold, blowing through a broken window in one of the Sanctuary walls. It had been a long time since she had been here. The only real home she had had.
She closed her eyes, her face frowning angrily. Why. Why did they leave me?
Opening her eyes, she looked around the abandoned sanctuary. They don't understand how I felt.
Voices drifted on the breeze and she spun around, her white wings flared. A door was cracked open: the medical bay.
Creeping closer, she pulled her wings tight and leaned against the wall outside the door, listening.
"Everyone here at the sanctuary can fly, and, as far as I know, you're looking at everyone." Someone said, a man.
"You're the only ones here?" A girl whimpered.
"Sadly so," The man replied. "The rest of the wynged were forced to retreat." She sneered at the words from her hiding spot.
"There are more of you?" The girl asked.
"There were, at least."
"Where did they go?"
"I'm not sure." The man answered.
"Oh." The girl sounded disappointed.
"Don't tell me you've never dreamed of flying." An older female voice said.
Suddenly a dragon appeared around the corner of a hall. And she tried to shoo it away with a wave of her hand. "Moondust no!" She hissed, missing what the girl said next.
"Hey, did you hear that?" The man asked.
She glared sternly at the dragon and it shrank under her gaze. "Let's go." She stalked to the broken window and leaped onto its frame, stretched her wings, and leaped out, her wings catching the wind. Moondust soared past her as she glanced back to see a figure in the window.
"You'll pay." She whispered as she tipped her wings and soared into the shadow of a cliff and disappeared around the edge.