PRISON PARADISE || KTH {unedited ver.}

⁰²⁸ | hell-material

(Your POV)

The brambles, branches and pebbles protested under your leather shoes as you stomped angrily through the woods with an impatient scowl etched on your face.

Where the hell was Herus?

You knew that stupid town was on the other side, you heard father mention, but what you didn't know was that it would be so damn far away and the woods would be this dark!

You've been wandering about for so long, your throat is parched. There's no sight of a water body, and you're sure, this place is so sketchy, drinking from any place here would guarantee a terrible, explosive diarrhea.

You had never stepped on land in the last ten years. At least not like this and never alone. Your fat booger of a father had purposely anchored his ship too far out of town, possibly to shake off enemies. Tch. Too bad you didn't catch him mentioning that bit. Now you're stuck here trying to find your way, not even sure if you know the way.

But not like you could go back and ask him for a copy of his map.

The trees crowding the forest seemed ancient with stout trunks, and their leafy canopy looming over your head banished away any sunlight that was trying to drip in through the gaps and crevices of the awning.

Eventually, the light gave up and it darkened the deeper you went.

You reached for your sword, heart beginning to race as your eyes scanned the trail shrewdly.

You just felt it in the air. Some sort of... dark energy... Like something too foreboding was entrenched here. Marking their territory with this intimidating aura.

You can't pinpoint what it is, but it makes your heart thud in your chest. Maybe it's the disturbing silence. The ominous stillness.

The tension in the air.

You almost gasp when you find yourself running face-first into a giant tree, its trunk as black as coal and the size as big as a house.

Except, you realise with a lump in your throat,it's not a tree.

It's a foot.

Of a motherfugding sleeping dragon.

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You slap a hand to your mouth, repressing the urge to scream as you back off jumpily. Even stumbling over a rock, before you find your balance.

Shoot. How even do you have the luck to run into something this crazy when you could have run into anything else in the world?! You would rather run into your own father, and get thrown back into your cabin.

WHY A DRAGON.

Your eyes warily flicker to your surroundings, encircled by thick trees. You think of scampering off through one another trail when you realise the dragon is...awake; now watching you.

Crouched, clever eyes fixed silently. Very calm, patient, shrewd.

You gulp, frantically thinking of what to do. But as you stand there frozen like a dear caught in headlights, cluelessly trying to figure out an appropriate reaction to this ungodly situation, you are momentarily lost as you take in the awe-inspiring features of this celestial creature.

The eyes, they're angular and iridescent. They glow a million different colours, every shade of silver, like intricately cut scintillating diamonds. Is that even possible? Each eye is the size of your entire body, that creature is huge.

Two elegant, forward-jutting ivory horns protrude from its colossal yet narrow skull above its curved webbed gills-like ears, and a flat snout sits atop its mouth. Extending from the lips, you see a peek of a sharp set of fangs, a deadly gleam emanating from them.