(y/n)'s P.O.V.

I smiled as I looked at the Wanted poster. There was a picture of me on the back of (d/n), my Stained Snowfury. Pretty realistic. Only, they made us look much more evil than we were.

Wanted: (y/n) (l/n), dragon rider.

Dead or alive. 

Reward: All riches in Outcast Waters.

I fixed my hood before walking through the trade market, looking for someone I desperately needed to see again. Once I have his stand spotted, I made my way through the crowd of dragon hunters who looked at me in suspicion.

"Hey, Johann. I need some herbs," I say as I lean on his stand. He hits his head on the bottom of the counter, due to him digging around for something, at the sound of my voice.

"Ah! M'lady (y/f/n)! What a pleasure it is to see you!" he cheers happily.

"Pleased to see you too, Johann. I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm running late and need a refill," I tell him, putting my herb pouch on the counter.

"Same as last time?" he asks.

"It's the only stuff I use," I say and he nods before filling my pouch with the correct herbs. I pay and thank him before tying it to my belt and walking away. Before I get more than two whispering death lengths away from the booth, I hear a dragon load of shouting coming from the docks. "Oh, boy," I sigh before walking toward the commotion. I had to get involved, I've had such a boring day! I hide behind a bush when I see six teenagers with dragons at their sides, dragon hunters surrounding them.

"These are neutral grounds, Alvin," the boy with auburn hair says, "You can't attack us here."

"Please, if that got them to stay at bay, I would've used it a century ago," I butt in as I walked out from the undergrowth.

"And who are you?" the boy and Alvin ask in unison.

"First, are you guys riders?" I ask, pointing to the group of teens.

"Uh...yes," the boy says uncertainly.

"Then I'm a friend to you," I say, gesturing to the group. "Enemy to them," I finish, pointing to the hunters. Alvin snaps his fingers and a blast hits the dock, causing him and his men to jump into the water in a panic. "How many times have I told you not to do that?!" I shout as my Stained Snowfury lands next to me.

"You have a dragon?" the blond female of the teens asks in shock, (d/n)'s armor making it hard to identify her breed.

"Correct. And she is a complete control freak," I say, whacking her on the head. She growls from the corner of her mouth before stretching her wing.

"What kind is she?" a beefy guy asks.

"Pretty common one," I lie, crossing my arms casually.

"What's your name?" a black haired guy asks.

"Look around villages, you'll know soon enough," I say before mounting (d/n).

"Wait!" the brown haired guy says, holding his hand up as a signal to stop.

"Sorry, but once you learn who we are, we need to be half way across the Archipelago," I say with a chuckle and felt a small throbbing on my wrist. I looked down to see a mark glowing in a foreboding way. I glared at it before pulling my sleeve to cover it. "Well. Maybe just back to our island," I correct myself before (d/n) shoots into the sky and flies to our home. 

We leave outcast waters and land on our island, on the ledge of our cave in the mountainside.  I dismount and help her get her armor off to let her blood red markings shine in the sunlight. Each mark represented a different pleasure, habit, or action. Every time she kills someone, does a rare action, etc, one of her mark glows, like the one on my wrist did. I had similar marks covering my body, covered by my clothes, armor, and cloak. I put her armor in the corner as she lit a fire. I then took my stuff off, along with my mask, before tying my (h/l) (h/c) into a braid. (A/N: If you have short hair, it's a small braid on the side of your head.) We then sit at the mouth of the cave and watch the sunset. Suddenly, my mark of abandonment, on my shoulder, started to throb, telling me that it was glowing.

"(d/n)," I sigh, leaning against her wing, "We are going to be the bearers of these death marks forever, aren't we?"

"It's not so bad..." she growls.

"It is for me!" I argue, "My skin wants sunlight! I'm as pale as you!" I hated the way I had to cover my marks and skin, day after day, week after week. (d/n) lay's her head on my lap and wraps her tail around me.

"Some day, you won't be. One of these days, we might actually be able to wear our marks with pride," she hums.

"Key word: might," I growl. Soon, the moon is high in the sky and the stars are shining. Dragons flew about our island from different lands, looking for a place to make camp, until about moonhigh. "(d/n), can I ask you something?"

"I'm all ears," she says.

"Do you...know where I'm from?" she sighed as I finished. We had met when I still lived with my old dragon herd. She hadn't been one of us, but we felt alike because of the marks.

"(y/n), you've asked me that thousands of times. And each time, I have told you no. But this time, I think you're old enough for me to tell you yes," she tells me.

"Where?" I ask, hope rising in my voice.

"I simply know. I don't feel like you're ready for me to tell you, though," she says.

"Okay," I sigh before sleep slowly over comes me and my eyes slip closed.