The chains had been strapped tightly around the dragon’s wings for so long that they had crimped and tortured. She had forgotten that she could fly before she finally could pryze them off of her.
Yet still, she was held to ground as she practiced flapping and her wings began to unfurl as they strengthened. More chains around her body encasing like armor were anchored to stone that she could not reach, deep in the earth below her.
Then, one day, she gained help from other spellbreaker healers and the armor’s layers began disintegrating one by one. Every day, she flexed, pulled, and pushed even harder against them while she began jumping higher and higher, practicing to take off from the ground.
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