Husky
Life behind blind eyes
A story by Piratepanda
Life behind blind eyes
A story by Piratepanda
I was born in the middle of the winter.
Before I even hatched from my egg, my parents
could clearly see something was wrong.
When my egg hatched and my eyes opened,
I could not see anything. Darkness.
I was born blind.
My parents found out they wouldn't bother
name me because I was worth nothing in their eyes.
A dragon who can't see is an useless dragon.
That was the logic dragons had back then.
I was from a litter of three,
me being the second to hatch.
I had a big brother called Shepherd
and a little sister called Amber.
I loved my little sister dearly,
but my brother - not so much.
He would tease me and poke
me and just be plain annoying
just because I could not see.
When I grew older, I was supposed
to learn to hunt. The other dragons
would speak behind my back, calling
me names and make fun of me
because I could not see my target,
so I always failed when hunting.
The others were not too pleased
when we were put in groups and
had to hunt together.
Even if I was blind, I could hear them.
I could hear them calling me bad names.
And this would go on for the rest of my life.
I always felt like crying.
But I couldn't. I was afraid.
I was afraid they would call me names.
Before I even hatched from my egg, my parents
could clearly see something was wrong.
When my egg hatched and my eyes opened,
I could not see anything. Darkness.
I was born blind.
My parents found out they wouldn't bother
name me because I was worth nothing in their eyes.
A dragon who can't see is an useless dragon.
That was the logic dragons had back then.
I was from a litter of three,
me being the second to hatch.
I had a big brother called Shepherd
and a little sister called Amber.
I loved my little sister dearly,
but my brother - not so much.
He would tease me and poke
me and just be plain annoying
just because I could not see.
When I grew older, I was supposed
to learn to hunt. The other dragons
would speak behind my back, calling
me names and make fun of me
because I could not see my target,
so I always failed when hunting.
The others were not too pleased
when we were put in groups and
had to hunt together.
Even if I was blind, I could hear them.
I could hear them calling me bad names.
And this would go on for the rest of my life.
I always felt like crying.
But I couldn't. I was afraid.
I was afraid they would call me names.
Each day, each month and each month they would be mean to me. I was lonely. I wanted someone to understand me.
When I tried to approach someone to talk to them, they would walk away.
A darkness grew in my heart, a shadow of loneliness and sorrow.
I had my sister to talk to. She was a great listener. I turned to her when I wanted to have someone to talk to. I think because of her I am alive today.
But one day she was taken away from me. Nobody knew who took her or what happened to her. The other clanmembers said it was me. They had to pick out me to have someone to blame it on. I grew angry, and I was furious when they sent me off.
Alone. Into the world. Because they turned against me and blamed me for the disappearance of my sister. They believed she was dead.
She was taken away from me.
And they thought I was the one responsible.
I felt lonely. Sad. I had nobody to talk to on my long journey into nothing. I also grew hungry.
How was I supposed to survive without my clan and the other dragons to protect me?
I grew grumpy and quiet to other living things.
It was then I heard it. The wind. It spoke. It spoke with a soft, comforting voice. I answered. My then-cold body grew warm because someone or something spoke to me then. The wind became my friend.
I would talk to it and answer it each time it blew. I understood it. And it understood me. What a strange friendship, you may think, but the wind was there. Always. And it would blow and speak, and I would answer. It was nice.
The wind turned into the only thing I had. I did not need my sight to see it, but I could hear it, and that is what mattered the most for me. Finally, I found something I could do without needing my eyes.
The wind guided me. It helped me find other dragons who could help me. I was taken care of there, and it makes me sad I was so rude to them. But I could not forget my past and all those evil dragons back at my home. But they took care of me, and I take care of them. Always.
I took control of air in my world. I gave them gentle wind that stroke across their faces, and big storms, to destroy the old and give place for the new.
But my loneliness still stands. And it will always do.
Perhaps one day I will be freed from this sorrow.
When I tried to approach someone to talk to them, they would walk away.
A darkness grew in my heart, a shadow of loneliness and sorrow.
I had my sister to talk to. She was a great listener. I turned to her when I wanted to have someone to talk to. I think because of her I am alive today.
But one day she was taken away from me. Nobody knew who took her or what happened to her. The other clanmembers said it was me. They had to pick out me to have someone to blame it on. I grew angry, and I was furious when they sent me off.
Alone. Into the world. Because they turned against me and blamed me for the disappearance of my sister. They believed she was dead.
She was taken away from me.
And they thought I was the one responsible.
I felt lonely. Sad. I had nobody to talk to on my long journey into nothing. I also grew hungry.
How was I supposed to survive without my clan and the other dragons to protect me?
I grew grumpy and quiet to other living things.
It was then I heard it. The wind. It spoke. It spoke with a soft, comforting voice. I answered. My then-cold body grew warm because someone or something spoke to me then. The wind became my friend.
I would talk to it and answer it each time it blew. I understood it. And it understood me. What a strange friendship, you may think, but the wind was there. Always. And it would blow and speak, and I would answer. It was nice.
The wind turned into the only thing I had. I did not need my sight to see it, but I could hear it, and that is what mattered the most for me. Finally, I found something I could do without needing my eyes.
The wind guided me. It helped me find other dragons who could help me. I was taken care of there, and it makes me sad I was so rude to them. But I could not forget my past and all those evil dragons back at my home. But they took care of me, and I take care of them. Always.
I took control of air in my world. I gave them gentle wind that stroke across their faces, and big storms, to destroy the old and give place for the new.
But my loneliness still stands. And it will always do.
Perhaps one day I will be freed from this sorrow.
