Readers, don't spear me! My muse is wandering. I swear I'll update the other stories, I just need to get my thoughts straight. Anywho, this was a request. Rockergirl, this is for you. I've been meaning to do another pairing for this fandom and your review sparked my muse!

I have a half-ass second chapter written for Love-In-Idleness. Still not sure if I'll post it. Plus I'm working on a JosephxChise story. Finally, this will be a quick drabble series. So odd pairings for the win!

Disclaimer ~

I own nothing. Again, I'm on a FanFiction site. Mahoutsukai no Yome is not owned by me, or else Lindel would get more page time, and I'd develop his character more. Plus, dragons!

Paulina, a full grown Uil, had been a protector of the lands for a long time. Her bloodlines could be traced back to the original dragons who chose to leave their lands behind, and come to the dragon sanctuary. She was proud of her heritage, and the burden that her bloodlines carried.

She firmly believed that she was superior than humans, as were most dragons. They were more intelligent, better predators, and a force of nature that humans still fear to this day. Still, there were things that dragons possessed that humans did not, which made them vulnerable. The strongest of which, was an instinctive drive.

This drive ruled all dragons, from new hatchlings to the Old Dragons of Time. To hunt. To breed. To fight. To hoard. The stories that humans told amongst themselves were closer to the truth than most knew. Dragons had a drive to hoard, to protect, and to cherish. Though, unlike the legends, it wasn't always gold they collected.

Paulina knew of various hoards. One young Beanna took it upon himself to hoard the reindeer that their warden collected. She knew of a Gaoth Arach who hoarded stones of various types. One of her own young even collected shiny bits of silver and metal, most of it stolen from people travel's, or their warden himself.

Paulina wasn't quite sure what she hoarded. Some of the dragons teased her, claiming that Lindel was her hoard. After quite some time, the young Uil was inclined to believe them. The mage had been around for a long time, since she was a small fletchling. The bond they had was unique, deeper than dragon and warden, even deeper than siblings. She guarded the foolish mage from the other dragons, and stood by his side as a guard and a friend.

She was more than happy for Lindel to be her treasure. It was better than a mountain of rocks, or glittering treasures that would soon fall to time.

This drive, this need, revealed that they may have all been wrong. It was why she broke their most sacred rule, bursting from the safe confinements of the aerie. She knew that Lindel would send others after her, namely his mischievous familiar and those of the fae wild. Confined as he was to their haven, Paulina had a small bit of time. She would be caught, of that there was no doubt, but she needed to follow this drive to the source first.

The fire in her throat, in her gut, in her very heart, drove her faster. Her wings beat against the sky, ruffling the clouds around her. She had no cloaking spell, so she had to be careful. She had to stay above the clouds, until she was sure.

Below her, the scum of mankind spread out. Metal buildings reached for the sky, still failing to reach the freedom of a dragon's wing. Vile and filth filled the air, adding a disgust grey film to Paulina's silver scales. The noise was loud, building higher as populations increased. They were like mice, fast breeding, destructive, and endless. Tasty too, though Lindel would never forgive her if she had a nip. Even if it was a small one.

There.

Below her, a silver building reached higher than most. Near the top, fencing like spiderwebs covered the edges, reaching higher than most humans. There was one spot though, broken away and crumbling with time. A small gap, just enough for a slender human to squeeze though.

A human like the one who was there. Small, malnourished and neglected. Clothes fell off her body, failing to cover the bruises and grime. She looked like a fletching which had been abandoned, lost and pretermitted. The wind played with her fire red hair, giving it an illusion of a flickering flame.

A dying flame, with no will to live.

The girl took a step, falling victim to gravity.

With a roar like two clashing boulder, Paulina folded her wings in, diving to grab her precious treasure before the ground could claim her.

But why is this story so tiny? It's a challenge for myself. Each chapter written must be below 1k words. Let's see if I can do it. Feel free to suggest some prompts for this story. I'm strictly winging it and would like some help. My only goals/restrictions :

* Lindel/Chise pairing

* Under 1k words per chapter

* Told from Paulina's point of view

* Story is limited to 10-15 chapters.

I would honestly be happy to reach five reviews for each chapter, for such a small story.