Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince

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Can you remember when

u see there was this one moment

I don't even

y is quite sure. My strange gold hair and hazel eyes made it obvious to those who first met me on the dusty road from the East that I wasn't from anywhere near the town of Crimson, or anywhere else along the Emerald Shore where the locals were fair

omise of a meal and a warm dry place to sleep, and while you'd think that would be a better place to land, you'd be wrong. It was the beginning of my real torture. I couldn't even speak when I arrived. Words made no sense, my tongue unable to make the shape of their sou

ost of the town didn’t trust me. How could I go from being completely mute to ridiculously articulate within

west possible jobs, the ones farthest away from anyone else. Occasionally there would be someone who would offer me kindness, but then something strange would happen like a sick cow or a broken ankle, and people, looking for any reason to blame someone other than themselves, would look at me a

ered me up as a sacrifice. They probably thought that they were getting the better end of the deal. The dragon cured the blight, at least for a little while, and in return he got me. He wanted a “young virgin maid o

ally thought I was good

the flesh, the only person with several days journey that is seen as being more of a mystery than myself. Nobody has ever seen him leave or enter his castle, not even his servants. Servants arrive, and servants l

the dragon's castle, flies closer. My last thoughts as he approaches are about why he wanted a vi

I am, there is nowhere for me

about all those rumors. Too bad I proba