I Never can really recall when I became under the Queens control. I think I was born in her care. All I know, is that she takes care of me. Like a mother.

STRIKER!
Her voice booms. I fly down from my perch obediently when I hear my assigned name. I land on a ledge closer to my queen.
Heh, Like I have a choice anyway.

Yes, your Majesty?
Have I been disobedient? I hope not.

RAID THE VIKING LAND. I SHALL GUIDE YOU. YOUR ASSIGNMENTS ARE AS USUAL. TAKE OUT DEFENCES, PROTECT MY SUBJECTS. DO NOT FAIL ME, STRIKER!

Wouldn't dream of it, your majesty.
I take off, followed by the other Dragons.

another raid, here I come!

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SHHHHRIIIEEEK!
I create my kinds whistle before I blow up a man made contraption.
Yes!

I never miss! And I never get caught. I fly around. Taking out another thingy.

It's such a shame that we're doing this to these vikings. Some are innocent. They don't deserve this.

Wait, what's happening? Why do I feel like the sacred link is growing weaker?
Striker, don't get off track! Attack!
I feel her whisper to me,  it it's not as loud though...as if she is far away. Like she lost ger grip on me slightly. I do as commanded and create another explosion. Suddenly, I hear a woosh sound.
Something long wraps around me, pinninf my wings, and I let out a cry of pain as I plummet, hitting things as I fall. I bounce off trees and I reach out as I try to to stop myself on the logs and the soil. Eventually I slow to a stop.

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I was bored so I have decided to give you a chapter.
How was it? Good? No! Okay, I'll try better! Lol.
I think it was pretty good for my first try in his POV, if you ask me.

Thanks For Reading.