5A/N: Okay so my creativity has failed me lately and I haven't been able to write anything good for what I have planned next in His Neko. This is something that I've been toying around with for a while, the prologue is really short and the genre is kind of new to me but I think it will hold everyone over until I can get done a new chapter for His Neko.
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Prologue
Run! Run! Run you idiot! Don't look back.
The blue haired boy pushed his feet faster. He could not let his best friend's sacrifice be in vain. His lifeless blue wings hung uselessly against his back, fluttering slightly as they caught in the breeze. Four months of captivity and experimentation had left his normally beautiful, elegant wings broken. They ached slightly as he ran but he didn't let the pain slow him down. He had to get as far from that place as he could.
Thrones tore at his fair skin leaving tracks of crimson in their wake.
You're going to be fine, just get away, just keep running. He thought to himself, trying to keep his bare feet pumping against the undergrowth, sharp sticks stabbed his feet over and over. His lungs burned, longing for a moments rest, but he couldn't stop, he wouldn't let himself be taken back to that place.
Please, just let me make it somewhere safe.
The little fairy had been running for so long though and he was starting to feel so weak, unstable on his feet.
And just like that, the fairy's vision went hazy, he lost his footing and stumbled on a vine. He felt his head collide with something very solid and then everything went black.
From high above the Emerald Dragon watched, amused by the little creature's will to live. He'd hadn't seen anything struggle that hard to live in a very long time.
He watched the boy stumble and collapse, his head smacking a nearby tree. He fell unconscious to the ground, wings splaying out, what little dust was left in them drifted to the ground. As the dust settled, a patch of new grass and a baby tree began to grow instantaneously.
"Ah fairies, such interesting creatures." The dragon drifted down from the clouds, settling beside the smaller creature, flattening the trees surround him. "Such a beautiful boy too," he let an enormous wing drift over the small boy's body, shading him from the harsh morning sun. "I think you will be quite entertaining."
He slipped his wing underneath the child and let him roll onto his back. His emerald scales shone in the light of the sun. The dragon stretched his wings wide and with one hard downward swoop he took off.