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Durin was glad that it was the museum's day off today. He hated all the people looking at him, pointing at him. Calling him The evil dragon. Looking at him, like he was a monster
Maybe he was
He looked around at the dark museum, he was one of the only living exhibits from the Mondstadt area of the museum. There was a couple wind sprites. But they refused to take a form other than their natural tiny wisp.
He wished he could take a smaller form like them.
He refused to look at the exhibit across from him. He knew what was there.
A quote, on quote. Perfect replica of the "final" Battle of Mondstadt.
Barbatos pinned down, like a butterfly on display. Dahlia The deacon, (who comically was also a vampire) Crying over his god's corpse. Albedo wilting like one of his flowers. And to Durin, most horrifying of all, Dvalin's skeleton. Held up in the air by wires Looking as though he was flying, like he did all those years ago. All horrible taxidermy of his friends.
How he wished he could fly again
Durin missed the time when his wings weren't clipped. He missed the feeling of soaring through the skies.
The last time he saw the real sky, not just through a window, was almost a hundred years ago.
Durin wondered if Hat Guy was still alive. Probably not He probably stayed by Lesser Lord Kusanali side Untill the very end.
He should have done that.
He should have died fighting with his friends. He knew Albedo told him to hide. He knew Aunt Alice promised to find him as soon as things calmed down. But he wasn't careful enough, and he got caught and now he was never gonna see the sky again.
"Fly, fly away, Like a bird in the sky. See the world on my behalf, To the heavens may you fly." - Forgotten