[h3]3 months earlier...[/h3]

"Krixuz, Ezukai, Raiya, Zilon, Dravin, Vivalent, Raziel, Nazgul... wait, where's Nazgul?"

On a normal day, Nazgul knew better than to stray too far from his mother and his siblings. But did he listen? No. He wasn't afraid of her. He didn't care if the notorious Razac Shivaki was one of the largest and most menacing dragons in the land. He used this as his advantage. If he ever got hurt while out here on his own, or hunted, with one piercing scream, his mother would come to his rescue--and [i]no one[/i] messed with his mother.

Nazgul was busy doing his thing, flying on the other side of the mountains and hunting on his own. He was completely unaware that there was chaos going on in the valley he and most of the other dragons in the lands called home. He was too busy hunting wolves and having fun flying. He had done this for many, many years. Not once did he think he would come back to a barren wasteland with dead bodies of all shapes, sizes, and species laid about.

He soared over the rubble, his heart sinking when he finally landed to check it all out. He could tell by the ages of the bodies that this had happened recently, but everyone fled a few hours ago, at dusk. Despite inheriting his mother's monstrous genes, he still felt vulnerable and alone without his family.

[h3]Now...[/h3]

Nazgul was hungry. Had he decided to hunt in his dragon form and feed himself, he wouldn't be in the current situation he was in.

The tall teenager was being dragged by two bulky men with nice clothing and matching scowls to match. In front of them was a young blonde man with hazel eyes and the opposite build--petite and pale--angrily walking towards a couple of guards with a furious expression. Judging by his nice clothing and arrogant demeanor, he was most likely a very rich merchant. The two men aggressively threw Nazgul at the feet of the guards, who coughed as dirt flew up into his nose and mouth.

"This hooligan was stealing my merchandise!"

"Oh come on! Two loaves of buttered bread and a pork slice is nothing!" Nazgul protested, annoyed.

The merchant kicked him in his side and clenched his fists together, resembling a toddler throwing a fit. "Yeah, similar to the contents of my stomach! Nothing!"

One of the guards shushed him while the other one grabbed Nazgul and tied his hands behind his back. "Alright, calm down. You wish to press charges against this kid?"

"Of course!" The merchant huffed.

Nazgul voiced his unhappiness with a guttural noise resembling a growl, "Over two loaves of bread? Are you kidding me?"

"We'll hold him until his trial. Rigby," he motioned to the other guard, who practically had to drag Nazgul to the 'dungeon' a couple of blocks away.

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Nazgul was aggressively thrown into a small cage by himself, with only a pile of straw and hay to keep him comfortable. He rolled his eyes and pressed his back against the stone wall behind him and rubbed his face with his hands. "Why does human food have to be so seasoned and flavorful?" he groaned to himself. The guard stationed there flashed him a confused glare, but said nothing, and continued to zone out at his post, indicating his boredom.

Despite being thrown into a holding cell, Nazgul was surprisingly not scared at all. Being a large dragon, he could easily escape whenever he wanted to. He'd rather rest up, however, seeing as he always managed to get tired after a good meal. The jailtime was definitely worth a full stomach, and it beat uncooked wolves and quickly rotting deer anyday.

After a couple of minutes, Nazgul crawled a few inches over to the bars of his cage and looked around at the other cages, noticing one particular one across from him to the right. He could barely make out white hair--a girl about his age, curled up on the floor. "Hey," he casually called out to her, "what are ya in for?"