User blog:Seagull the Sea-SkyWing/Seagull's Life

Seagull was an inconspicuous dragon.

He wanted to be out in the world, he wanted to share his life with the world. He wanted to be even greater a writer than Queen Coral, publishing scrolls that would be sold all around the Sea Kingdom. He wanted to share his art with the town. He wanted to be more than what he was. The war was horrible, he wanted it to end. He wanted the dragonets to save Pyrrhia. He wanted this conflict to end so he would stop having this feeling tugging at his heart. He wished that any dragon from any tribe could have eggs with another and be happy, but that couldn't happen.

Until the war was saved, and nothing changed.

Well, change seemed to rip through every part of the world except the little village where Seagull lived.

He remembered the day he got the news that the war was saved. The feeling of hope that rushed through him, the relief that lifted the constant tugging at his heart. He was free! He could finally live in peace, he could publish as many books as he wanted, he could share his drawings with the locals over a breakfast of salmon sashimi. He eagerly tugged at the broken doorknob of his small, coral house under the sea. The door opened on the 4th try and he stumbled onto his dimly lit street. His night vision kicked in as he swam down the road. No more hiding behind walls! No more peeking around corners, no more dashing from corner to corner. He rarely left his small house, and if he did, it was when he couldn't stand the cramped walls and the dull yellow tinge of his coral ceiling.

He finally found the marketplace, which was bustling with life. Green, aquamarine, and blue dragons swam busily between stands, buying and browsing, talking and selling. One scarred green dragon was being helped by a bluer dragon onto a side street. He noticed only after they turned that the green dragon was missing an ear.

His own salmon scales stood out like fire on a dark night as he made his way onto the road. A few dragons froze in place, staring, and then turned to whisper to each other. He frowned at them and almost upturned a platter of fish being carried by an oily green dragon.

"Sorry," he murmured as he righted himself and swam away. The other dragon had an annoyed frown creasing his face as he turned into a stall. A few dragonets, following their father, stared openly at him and began talking to each other in hushed whispers.

"Why is he all pink?"

"That's kinda weird."

"Shhh! He's right there!"

Their father bustled them into a corner to scold them, and then noticed him. He then glared and steered his dragonets down an alleyway.

Why was everyone acting so weird around him? He wasn't that different from them. He still had gills and the luminescent stripes most SeaWings had. Besides, he wasn't illegal anymore. Was it because he was without his father? He had just turned one, so that made sense. But it just felt like he should be able to swim around as he pleased.

If they have a problem with me, that's their problem.