POV: Zoya

Entering my room I silently closed the door. Something I did out of habit due to my naturally good hearing, which while a real-life superpower can be quite bothersome in a modern world. Plopping on my brother's bed, I rolled over to my back and sighed in relief.

My parent finally left with my brother, going god knows where, but most importantly, it's only me in the house right now. Ever since my younger brother was born almost all of our parents attention was on him and the only thing reminding them of my existence were the bill they still had to pay for me.

Even then, they found ways to minimise that. If I ever got something out of them it was always the absolute minimum required. Clothes, school supplies and even things like my bed were always worse than my brother's and often by quite a bit, that's also why I'm lying on his bed and not mine.

One of my friends had it similarly with her family, but in her case they didn't even bother with the smallest of her requests. It got so bad that she bought a train ticket and ran away to her grandmother's house. Worst of all her parents took ALMOST A MONTH to notice her absence. On the good note I did hear later from her that she was doing great now and even send me some animated movies on my birthday a couple years back.

Just as I was staring at the ceiling and thinking that I got an urge to rewatch some of them again, as one of the few forms of entertainment in this house.

That had a lot to do with how I was treated by my parents whenever it came to any conflict with my brother. If, say, he took something from me and I went to them about it, I would either be scolded for not giving it to him or for buying something useless if this was something I bought on my own.

Thinking that I crawled under my bed and from between the mattres and the planks of my bed, I pulled out my CDs and started to insert the first one into the DVD player in my brother's room.

>Several movie later<

I sighed contentedly as the credits of httyd 2 rolled in. This was always my favourite series. I loved the ecological dynamic that dragons brought into the story and always complained how little of it was shown due to them being 'tamed' and always following their 'owners'.

It pained me how little freedom they had under their riders. Always doing what they were told and if not then being scolded was just the best that happened. This also made me all the more angry at those hunter groups that started to appear in the second film.

Then again even in the wild they had almost no freedom as they were constantly ordered around by red death, bewilderment or some other alpha dragon. It for some reason pained me that a creature with so much freedom granted by nature gave me such a feeling of being stripped of free will.

These dragons could swim in the seas, run on land, climb trees, and soar through the skies, with fish to eat almost anywhere they went and yet, they where hunted like common dear, trained like dogs and used like horses or bulls.

This alone, would have probably not irked me so much if not for how happy some of those dragons looked with their owners. The only thing I could think of as a reference for this itch I felt whenever thinking about it was like winning a lottery only to spend all that money on a fancy overpriced dress that you would wear ones and then leave it forgotten in a closet, when you need money to buy yourself a new phone, because your last one broke.

I can't even find it in myself to be mad at the vikings of Berg for coaxing them into this kind of lifestyle, if you can call it that, nor am I mad at dragons for the choice they made. I'm just left feeling frustrated at them for having something they have and don't use...

Just as I was ending my internal rant and was standing up from the bed to change the CD and start the next movie, I heard a click from the front door as the key was inserted into the mechanism.

In slight panic at not wanting to be caught using my brother's things, I jumped on my feet and hopped over the footboard to get to the small table on which the DVD player was standing on, to get my CD back and turn everything of.

However, in my haste I tripped over the footboard and fell forward, hitting my head on the cupboard under the TV.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on interpretation, I blackedout almost instantly, sparing me most of the pain, pardon the half second delay during which it did hurt. A LOT...

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As this is a prologue, the chapter will be shorter, but they will usually be around 1200 words.

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