Aisha thrashed about in the cage as the past the enclosure, but as she actually saw the dragons inside, she stopped and stared in dumbstruck horror.

They were all virtually identical.

She shrieked and continued her thrashing. I must get out of here. I must get out of here. She chanted in her head as she struggled against the chains on her wings. Something was very wrong here, and she wasn"t going to stick around to find out.

As the van pulled to a stop in a large car park, several handlers, with lethal looking restraining devices, readied themselves to escort Aisha into the medical centre to be examined.

As soon as the latches came down on the doors and the chains had been withdrawn from her feet and wings Aisha stumbled forward, uttering a roar of frustration as they immediately restrained her and began leading her toward the medical centre. She followed, seething with anger, but knowing that it would not be wise to get on the wrong side of them.

As they entered the medical building, a grey haired, male human in a white coat and glasses led them into a large startlingly white room, clearly made for dragons judging by its size.

There she was prodded and poked by the doctor, and she had a blood sample taken, which she complained about with muttered growls.

Afterwards she was put under anasthetic again, and by the time she woke up, she was inside the large, clone filled enclosure....