You should probably get used to the fact I'm probably going to only update for Goretober this month.
Anyway, anywho, anyhow, um ignore the fact that I have no idea how to draw bones...
This one isn't my favorite but oh well.

Ever since the war ended, Fireburst had been nothing but a nuisance.
She'd refused to destroy the Eye, even after all that had been done for her. Such a stubborn little dragon, now had given up on everything. Her mind that was normally so full of passion had been numbed, corrupted, until all that was left was the desire to die.
She'd done her part- and now there was nothing left to live for.
It was so expectedly satisfying, the lust for revenge that had been burning for a hundred years, now finally satisfied- at least, for now. But the spirit was finally free, and whether Fireburst had intentionally decided to finally repay her debt or not, it still worked out perfectly. Her mind was clouded with nothing but nothingness, so present that is destroyed her. One flick of an imaginary talon could completely kill a dragon, one single thought, if there was full control. And Fireburst had never even noticed, she never noticed that she had been controlled since the beginning. She'd never had free will after finding the Eye. Her fate was set.
And her fate was death.