Take a story:

A shriek echoed through her ears, like knifes sliding across stone.
Mist jumped, startled out of sleep. A roar sounded from the front of the cave, filled with pain and grief.
Scrabbling out of her moss ball of a nest, she crammed herself into a small crevasse in the wall.
"If you are to ever feel scared, or an unknown dragon enters into this cave, you Will hide yourself in this crack, and not move until one of us comes to get you,"
"Yes, mother,"
A thump, followed by a cruel, sickening laugh came again from the entrance of he cave.

"Little hyyyybbbrrriidd..."
The slithering voice hissed
"Where are yoouuu?"

Mist clamped in a whimper. She mustn't make a noise. She was terrified out of her scales. There was no sound of other dragons in the dark cave. Only the ragged breathing of the voice, trailing ever so closer.

"You cannot panic. Remember, that you should do whatever you to protect yourself," Sequoia whispered to her daughter, "Aim your venom at the eyes, and never leave the crack. If they are a fire-breather, cram yourself to the very back, and close your eyes,"
"Yes, mother,"

Her heart was beating out of her chest, her wings shaking violently. She trembled as she heard
"Your mother fought bravely to protect you. But That wasn't enough,"
It chuckled evilly as it slithered yet further into the cave.

"Just always know, Mist, that me and your mother love you dearly. We will do anything to keep you safe. Just stay safe, my little one,"
"I love you too, mother,"

That was the last time she saw Sequoia. The caring MudWing was killed in an accident. Her other mother, Beachglass was responsible for her, but was a shell of herself since Sequoia.

Tears were streaming down her face, her eyes bright with fear.

A hiss was heard right by her crevasse, and Mist shoved herself to the far back of the small gap, shoving her eyes closed, and shielding herself with her wings, right as a bright flame burst like a red flower next to her.

Searing heat bounced off of her scales, scalding her wings.
When the heat died away, Mist found herself boiling with anger.
This dragon had killed her mother, and has tried to kill her. Letting out a ferocious hiss for a 4 year old dragonet, she leapt to he front of the opening, and met eyes with the dragon.

It was a coppery SkyWing with cold yellow eyes. He was bleeding all over, with a crazy smile.

"Why, hello there," he said,

Mist snarled, and aimed for his eyes, spraying her venom.

His smile disappeared and fear appeared on his face, followed by a pained roar, grabbing his face, trying to wipe away a black sticky liquid.

Mist watched, horrified as he screamed and died slowly in front of her. Silent tears stream down her face, mixed with grief, sorrow, and regret.

When the killer finally died, Mist sprinted outside, and ran. Ran without stopping, until she collapsed under a tree.

A Sequoia tree.

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THIS IS ABOUT MY OC, MIST THE ADOPTED HYBRID