I could feel the past creeping throughout my ink-splattered veins. The story how it all began.

This was the first ever day I ever opened my eyes to see my "cage" release me to reality. Unfortunately, my reality started off with myself trapped in another cage. My talons shook nervously above the surface made of stone, my emotion resembled the pale green scales I was born with as if I were a Rainwing. My sapphire eyes were glimpsing towards three fatigue but frustrated Nightwings that had eye-protection they called goggles. I started to feel that my parents never existed, or as if I was artificially-made. The Nightwings strangled my limps with chains of stainless steel. I could just remember the sharpness of the clean-cut metal piercing at my sensitive scales. One of them had carried a tiny but terrifying object, they called this a needle. The Nightwing with the needle spoke, "this is our last chance, better work."
Now this, terrified me more. My poor puny brain couldn't take in all the emotions and the sight I was seeing. The middle Nightwing opened the cage and grabbed me gently but tightly enough that I couldn't move. As myself, I didn't know what to do but hope this wasn't what I thought it was. I tried fighting back by biting the Nightwing's forearm. The Nightwing screamed with agony and instantly gave me this demonic glare. My mind couldn't interpret what this meant, I felt guilty. It wasn't soon until my mouth was also caged by something called a.. nuzzle. This time the remaining two Nightwings grasped onto my helpless body and stabbed the needle carefully into my left shoulder. My first sensation of pain, man that felt horrific. I could feel the ejected fluid spread throughout my miniature body. My veins shifted to the colour of pitch black, and my scales were no longer a pale green.

The two Nightwings squealed happily saying,
"It worked! Oh our queen will be so pleased!"
"Indeed! The seawings are no match to this beast."
Beast? My mind raced with the word, beast. The pale green scales were now an oozing aquamarine and the colour scheme of vomit. My eyes were stinging, shifting from a beautiful sky blue light to a hideous mauve. One of the Nightwings pierced a pure silver earring into my right ear in a split second, another sensation of pain.
The chains and nuzzle suddenly melted off my wax-like scales, dripping with pure poison. The two Nightwings had the looks of fear, at that very second closing the cage and stepping away. I still had the word "beast" wandering throughout my brain, I remember looking at the two Nightwings with my anger.

I thought I would be treated with welcome and joy like any other child. I guess not all lives start of with something special, well at least mine.. was a different special.