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     You had to kill everything, steal everything valuable, feast on those you slayed. You felt nothing but the overwhelming need to destroy and conquer. Your flames burned entire forests, your claws shredded things that once made you cower in fear, your presence alone sent every other living creature running in fear. Some part of you kept screaming to stop, that this wasn't right, but it was usually squashed the second it appeared by the fog.     Currently you were laying upon the horde of jewels and gold that you had gathered over time, eating some poor animal that had been stupid enough to enter your den. The inside of a chain of gigantic

     Crying, that was all you could do at the moment. Just lay your head down on your book and blood covered desk, the door locked just in case, and weep for as long as you needed. The truth hurt, it really did. No wonder so many people chose to believe lies more often. No one wants to find out something that could only tear their heart out. Sadly, it had happened to you.     The books were filled with the results of your research and the information about various creatures that you had made for Zant. The blood though, that was part of the spell that had helped you discover that horrible but relieving truth.     "Oh my, do you mind telling

     "How far are we from the Queen now? This has taken longer than it should have."     "Quiet please. We're close, but I need to concentrate to find out exactly where she is."     And to think dragons were called the most impatient beings in existance. You would have laughed if this wasn't a serious situation.     You were very, very close to the Queen, the pull now stronger than ever. You just had to pin-point her location, and take her where she needed to be. That was your job after all, the same as it was for your oldest ancestor. You may be over one hundred years old, but you are definitely not the first Oracle dragon. In fact, the l

    You followed the woman to a deeper and darker part of the forest, turning around every now and then to make sure you were still there. Though she would probably know if you weren't. If something or someone grabbed you then you would scream as loudly as possible. You didn't want to lose this chance, the chance to be away from that demon permanently. You just had to follow this woman and listen to what she had to say.    "Um Miss...I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name." You asked softly, scared that if you spoke too loudly that Ghirahim would find you again.    "I don't have a name to tell you dear. Well, other than the name some c

    "Well, well. What brought this on?" You said with a smirk as your eyes scanned the table that was just covered with various kinds of food. Most of them being dishes that you liked, others were ones that you didn't really care for.    It had been a bit of a shock when one of those creatures that served the king came into your workshop as you put the finishing touches on the body of one of your new creatures (the only thing missing was a compatible soul to inhabit it), and growled out that Zant wanted to see you in the dining hall. Thankfully it gave you some time to clean the blood off of yourself and put on a fresh change of clothes befo

    You had felt the pull for several days when you had been captured, the pull of the next ruler of your kind. These three were slowing you down from what you needed to do. Your mind could stay clear as day, but the other dragons would become nothing more than mindless beasts if you did not bring the Queen to the Grand Dragon Den soon. Though you didn't expect these men to understand it that much, they weren't dragons. The only time that the problems of not having the Dragon Queen on her throne would concern any human was when dragons would bring destruction on the entire world, their minds completely gone and only hungering for death.    Y

    This was hell, this was absolute hell. You actually would have taken his revolting caresses and his lust filled gazes than what he had decided to do to you now.    He had found you after you had fallen, and decided to use you for a different form of entertainment the second he saw your blood starting to pool around you. He had used some sort of magic to cause your leg and head injuries to heal faster, and the acted like he was going to let you go out into the forest, grinning deviously as he did so. You had wandered in the woods for a few days before he decided to attack, taking out all his frustrations on you. At first it had just been

    You hummed to yourself as you sat by the river, waiting for the one you loved to arrive. You two met here every night, mainly due to what your family's reaction would have been if you were caught with him. Being the only daughter of a noble family meant that every member of a noble family was trying to convince your father to marry you off to one of their sons. But you didn't want that, you only wanted to marry Kore if it were possible. That was a thought you kept to yourself though, you didn't want to put any pressure on the zora when it came to your relationship.    Yes, a zora. It was rather funny really, a zora and a human girl in lo

    This should have been easy to do, something that should have been done within a day. Instead, it had been over a week and he was no where close to having the dragon under his control.    Getting too close to the chained beast earned you nothing but snarls, but approaching with a weapon sent it into a panic that often resulted in the person almost getting impaled on the dragon's tail. Any food given would have to be left quickly once the muzzle was taken off, unless you wanted to be bitten (Zant had gotten nicked once, but that was enough to discover that the dragon had venom that left the victim paralyzed for several hours). He didn't wa

    You kept your hand over your mouth to stifle any sounds that tried to escape your lips. He was right there, down below, and anything could have easily alerted him to your presence. Him finding you meant being trapped again, when your goal was to go home, not be in his arms again. Especially when he seemed so much more rage filled than any other time he'd gotten mad. Before you would be spared from any destruction caused, but this time that could easily change. You'd stabbed him, and you did not care about how he was perfectly alright afterwards. You just wanted him to go away.    You stayed in that position for what felt like hours, stay