Oleanders P.O.V

A cold drip, drip, drip wakes me. As I open my eyes a droplet rolls down my nose and I sneeze. As another frigid drop trickles down my spines, I move away, grumbling. 𝘚𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱

Stretching my wings out, I roll my shoulders, cobalt scales rippling smoothly into midnight blue. The sky is cloudless and fair and I leap off from the mouth of my cave, soaring up into the sky, my earlier mood forgotten in the light of the glorious day.
Tucking my wings in, I dive in a spiral, roaring for the sheer joy of it. I adjust my course so I'm hurtling towards the glittering cerulean sea. Shifting the colour of my scales so I match, I chirrup in delight and plunge into the water.

Shafts of sunlight pierce the sea and my scales reflect my environment, blending in seamlessly. This is living, I think to myself. A silver shoal of fish dart around me and I snap up a few.
Bursting out of the water in a spray of droplets, I fail to notice the hunter ship right in my path until I hear a swish and a bolas wraps itself around my legs and wings. I start to plummet towards the hunter ship, wings uselessly tangled in the net. I roar and let loose streams of fire, attempting to burn the net, then as I hit the deck my eyes close and everything goes black.

~Some time later~

When I wake up the first thing I notice is the pounding in my head, constant waves of pain. When I groggily raise my head something stops me with a rough, painful jerk and with a growl I realise I am muzzled and chained to the floor. I look up as much I can with these chains limiting my view. I appear to be in a cage, in the hull of a ship. As the ship rocks, I am yanked back to the floor and my head bashes painfully against the hard floor. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 I think, and my scales turn crimson in anger. Shaking my head I strain at the muzzle and chains until a quiet voice interrupts me.
"Hey, are you ok, you look a bit beaten up"

I whip around and stare at who the voice came from. A Nightfury. Wearing a saddle! I hiss in scorn and turn my back.
A dragon should not wear a saddle, we are free creatures, not some pony to be ridden and burdened by a human. Speaking of humans, there seemed to be one sleeping in the cage next to me. He had brown hair and just one leg, the other is a metal prosthetic. 𝘞𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? I wonder if he and the Nightfury are connected? The metal leg looks like it could fit into the saddle. 𝘌𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦. I try to arrange myself more comfortably, the chains still digging uncomfortably into me. I settle down, and wearily let my eyes flutter shut...

A/n!
How was it? Sorry if you've read it a few times already, I was just editing it again 😅