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It’s looking at me again. Arthur gawked at the immense creature on the other side of the fence. The purple dragon was taller than the guards, larger than anything he had ever seen, cloaked in some sort of vibrant violet garment. It appeared almost frantic as it had stepped forward, backward, turned around, and started gagging into the bushes. Arthur could have sworn that its pupils disappeared for a moment. Arthur eyed as it peered over its shoulder at him. From the contorted look on its face, it looked like it was struggling not to vomit. Was it sick, or did he smell that bad? Without prompting, the image of a deranged dragon bursting

“What do you mean, you weren’t listening?” “I mean, I wasn’t, you know, there for the speech. I had a vision.”  The excuse sounded even worse out loud. “Sorry, Trish.” Atricia’s scowl gave way to slight annoyance. “Well, I suppose I can’t fault you for that.  How much did you miss?” “Pretty much everything from when you stepped up to the podium until I was pushed onto the stage,” Oriana shrugged. “What happened? And when did you get back to town?” The two of them were seated at a small diner just outside the city’s central walls, out of t

Arthur stared at the fence, just as he had done every day for as long as he could remember. He stared past the metal links to the road and the sparse forest beyond, barely paying the fence any attention. It was made of rusty cross-hatched barbed wire, just over ten feet tall and topped with spiraling razor metal that would tear any would-be escapees to shreds. To Arthur, a slave who had been born and raised inside the compound, it was a wall, a barrier between him and freedom. Today, Arthur gazed past the fence, barely seeing the jagged metal that kept him trapped. He watched the outside world, the world he never knew, with an intense longing

“You know damn well that I’m the perfect candidate for the job!” Erwin shouted over the cacophony of booming voices. Hundreds of dragons stood around them in the courtyard, all angrily competing to be the loudest voice in the crowd. Thankfully, Council regulations dictated that all dragons must remain “upright”, or in their smaller, humanoid forms, for the duration of Council meetings. Otherwise, the din thundering from the gathered dragons could have leveled trees. Oriana glared down at the orange dragon amongst the sea of her peers, standing almost a head taller than most of the dragons in attendance. She had