(Unknown POV)

I slowly open my eyes to a blinding light. I have to blink a few times before my vision comes into focus. I'm sitting a cage hanging from the ceiling by a thick chain. Why am I in a cage? And where is here?

Something rubs up against my leg, and I look down to see a white, scaled tale with golden spikes curving around my side. I twist to see that the tail is connected to the my back at the base of my spine. I have a tail? I try to move it, and swishes or my other side. Cool! Something else bumps my shoulder, and I look to see a white wing with a gold outlining. I turn to see a matching wing on my other side. I move and flap them, watching the golden tips shimmer in the light. I run my tongue over the two sharp fangs in my mouth, and tiny horns sprout from my hair. Am I dragon? Not quite. I must be part something else, too.

I stand up and find that my horns just nearly graze the top of the cage. It rocks with my motion, and I get a little sick while swinging in the air. I stumble over to the bars as the cage lurches to the side. This really isn't fun. The floor is about five blocks to the ground and made from a gray stone. I wonder if we're underground? My cage is in the corner of the room. An idea pops into my mind, and I quickly put it into action. I start running from side to side, making the cage swing back and forth. The cage hits the wall and throws me to the side of the cage. A bruise forms on my leg, but I push the pain aside and get back to my feet. The cage is still swinging, but hitting the wall made a dent that forced the corner bars away from each other. I walk over to the dent and just manage to squeeze through.

I now dangle from the bars of the cage that gently swings from side to side. My tail wraps around a bar, and I let go with my hands and swing into an upside down position. I then drop to the floor with my wings snapping open to glide down. I stumble and fall on my face while trying to land. I push myself up and look around the room. Everything looks so much bigger from down here. A window is at the top of the wall, looking into the nest room.

I quickly fly up and perch on the widow ledge. My wings are a little clumsy and awkward to use. The room has two pedestals, with glass casing the top. Each glass has a bucket inside. Movement catches my eye, and I turn my head to look at the floor. Something about a third of my size walks on the floor. He's wearing a black hoodie and pants, and patches of his skin have a warm glow. A few drops of his glow fall to the ground and sizzle, so I realize that he's made of lava. I watch him throw a lava ball at the door and escape the room. Looks like he's fine.

My gaze goes to the other bucket. Is someone else trapped in there? How can I help? I take another look around and spot an air vent on the ceiling. I fly over and grip the bars. I bring up my tail and use it as a screw driver to unscrew two of the screws. The vent top lurches open hangs by the other two screws. I quickly climb in and start crawling around the vents. I follow the closet light, which to my distain, is in the opposite direction of the room with buckets. It might just be my imagination, but it feels like something is in this direction. Does it make sense that I feel it's alive?

I get to the opening, and look into the new room. It's a prison cell! A boy my age sits in the center. He has black hair and is wearing a blue and red T-shirt. I move my tail in between the bars and manage to get two screws out. The grate falls down beneath me, but then gets stuck on the last two screws. I tumble down the ramp, and into the room, right in front of the boy.