Water Dragon
She shook the waterdrops from her wings and settled on her favourite rock. It was a peaceful night. A soft wind dried her skin while she watched the path the moonlight made on the surface of the sea. Soon she would be able to fly. It had become more and more difficult to find areas where it would be safe to fly. In the last few hundreds of sun cycles the race that dominated the planet had multiplied and worse, had invented ways to travel almost any area imaginable. She sighed. Life had become more and more lonely. She missed the mind interactions with her own kind. How long ago was it, that her mate had died? How long ago that her last offspring had left for a safer planet? She felt mildly shocked that she did not remember. She knew that losing count of the cycles was part of ageing. There simply had been too many of them, she thought. Then the clouds covered the moon again and she knew she could venture a little flight. She took wing. And enjoyed the freedom the air gave her. She might be the last of her kind on the planet earth, but she was not ready to give up life.
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