Forever Cries of Joy and Wrongs

    The last egg. She had been the last egg to ever hatch from Celestia's School For Gifted Unicorns. They no longer used dragon eggs, pheonix eggs had taken their place.

    She was tortured, for being a dragon. A very young and thin one. Her scales were a light blue, like the sky. She was one of the dragons born with a mane, and it was a light green, as well as her eyes, lighter than the green grass.

    Chained, in the basement. It wasn't always like this. She remembered the scarlet unicorn foal, with the black mane, that had hatched her egg. The excited look she had worn, every time she had learned a new spell, every time she accomplished something. Those had been wonderful days.

    Her wings, clamped together. Her arms and legs, unmoving from the tightness of them metal, binding them together. Bruises from the torture ran along her entire body. Some wounds remained open, crimson leaking from them. Her face was stained with tears. She slept. She slept from the exhaustion of that day.

    She slept so soundly, she did not hear the claws against the ground behind her.

    "Kid," one of them shook her, "Kid, get up."

    "W-what? Ah!" she said in shock.

    "Don't worry, we're here to help." the other said.

    "Are you going to take me to the dragons?" she asked.

    "No, we're taking you to our cave." the first one had already started breaking her chains.

    "Don't worry, you're safe with us." the second said.

    "What's your name?" the first asked.

    "Aurora."