(Crystal balls pov)
"Sir we couldn't get the dragons but we did get this," one of the knights said. "Good now leave," the blue screened phone said making the knights leave. "So your a harpy," he asked, "Ya, a harpy, a humon with wing's," I told him.
"It's a human not humon," he said annoyed, "Ops, sorry, its just that back when I was younger we thought that hu-man where a myth," I told him stuttering. "Time for you to be dissected and stuffed," he said grabbing a squirty needle filled with a green substance.
He then stabbed it into my left arm. It hurt like death was torturing me himself. I would have run but the cage was too small. He was just about to give me a red shot when a white guy with one arm ran in.
"Mister phone, the chefs are going on strike!" He yelled flapping his arms around. "WHAT! take me to them," he yelled madly running away, so I was left alone with my arm when I felt it, blood. It was dripping out of my left eye slowly but painfully.
I thought it was going to get worse when someone who looked like torch but different came running in. "Please, no more," I Stuttered praying this would stop. But to my surprise they started pulling on the cage, seemingly trying to get me out.
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Burnt out (Humanoid with object heads)
FantasíaIn a high fantastic world with dragons, demons, angles and more. How will balloon handle it. Find out how in this ii fanfic If fanart made please comment and tell me
