The Birth of Dragons Ebon

He stared at the smoothly polished stone floor, eyes tracing over every vein within the stone as possible while silently contemplating just how much his own blood would stain it when they execute him. Death wasn’t so much of a problem, he had already been certain of his own death for a very long time except other people kept extending the wait. Fate had wanted him dead so why did others want him to live? People like his mother. They killed her because she wouldn’t let him die. A waste and a mistake on her part. Part of him wanted to look to see what his captors looked like but the guards and the chains made it difficult, which wasn’t so bad, since he wouldn’t see any of it coming. He had made peace with fate right? Something in the back of his mind laughed at him, something he had thought long ago buried. His will to live.

‘You were born without a fate, fight and live to carve your own path.’

‘It is my fate to die.’

‘Are you really that scared to live?’

‘Is that a challenge?’

‘Yes.’