League of Legends: Survival. Book 1

Dragon in The Family

"CAN I GET A BID FOR 2000!? We have 2000!! Can I have 2500!!!?" The slave trader shouted out quickly, like an auction dealer. 

Currently, they were auctioning me. I was receiving bids every few seconds, people were frantic to get me.. the big strong monster.. the big beast that would be a perfect plow, or racehorse.. 

I felt violated. Used.. like complete trash. My claws scraped against the wooden boards of the stage they had me set on.. displaying me like a trophy.

"80000!!" a voice suddenly shouted.

Everybody gasped, reacting to the unbelievable amount that had suddenly emerged.

The Slave Trader looked pretty surprised himself. He looked over the crowd and grinned. "Arno!!! How are you!!?"

The man, Arno, who had thrown out the eighty thousand bid, grinned. He was a tall robed man, wearing an assortment of gold fancy artifacts, with a strange crown over his head.

"That's Arno Pontiff." whispered Shyvanna." He's manages Gladiator Brothel.."

I clicked in absolute confusion. 

"It means.. he forces women warriors to fight to the death.. and they perform prostitution.."

"RRRRRRRRRGGGHHH!!!!?" I let out a roaring set of clicks, frightening many of the customers, and causing them to back away.

"She looks ravishing!" said Arno, walking close and staring at me. "A powerful monstrosity! Yes, she will be perfect, this Summoner!!"

"How do you know she's female!?" asked one random person in the crowd.

"She's not the first Summoner I've had in the arena.. " said Arno. "I can just tell with these types. She has power.. and I can just imagine how fit and beautiful she must be.. all Summoners are unusually strong and fit in their original forms.. yes.. And I'll also offer 80000 for the dragon woman.."

I growled menacingly. I was not about to become a slave. No way jose. I answered to nobody! Not like this anyways.

I chomped my fangs at Arno as he drew close, causing him to whip his hand back. "Oho! You'll learn young one.. you'll learn."

"Easy.." said Shyvanna. "You'll get your chance. If he wants both of us.. then there might be a way out of this.. we can work together to figure out a way.."

"HOLD IT!!" said another man. "I want 900,000,000 for the lot of them!!!"

I could feel my pincer jaws drop a few feet. NINE HUNDRED MILLION!? With a power level that high, Vegeta would be crying like a baby instead doing the whole 'IT'S OVER 9000!!' crap!

This man.. was dressed like Erik. In full armor, with what appeared to be a large red cape that noted his high standing in the kingdom.

"Y-you're from the Avaronian Military!" said the slave trader.

"Yes.. I am General Esgar." said the man. "And I'm actually on a mission for the King to form an Elite Task Force.. that I'm sure these two.. individuals.. will be perfectly suited for.. This is by order of the King himself, so you can be assured that these funds are available."

"Summoners? In a King's task force?" said the slave trader. "This is unheard of!"

"This.. particular task force requires the most dangerous individuals imaginable." said General Esgar.

Arno looked at General Esgar with a generally pissed off expression. I could definitely tell we were going to be prime attractions at his.. er.. whatever Stephanie said it was going to be.."