Mage King in Amalgam-Verse (Marvel) (DC) (HP)

14 - Vienna (r18)

Warning: Explicit Content

{Gringotts, Miles Underground}

{14th August 1989}

<Can you hear me?>

Nameless and afraid, the dragon roared at the voice in her head. It had been so long since she hadn't been afraid. Every voice, every sound, every light, all of it brought the expectation of pain. Cursed to slowly waste away, miles underground, guarding gold that she held no claim to.

"Nameless... that won't do," the boy muttered.

The dragon narrowed her eyes. Her vision had gotten worse over the years, no thanks to her captors, but she could tell. Black hair, blue eyes... this was the same boy from before.

The one who had mouthed "I'll come back for you."

"rrRRRRAAAAHHHhhhh...."

The boy blinked. "Oh, so you can talk... but the wizards of today are just to stupid to actually understand you. And when you can put magic into your voice, broadcasting the very intent of your words in a way that transcends language, than you don't really have a need for proper vocal cords, do you?"

Her eyes widened. "You... you speak Drakentongue?"

"As of a few seconds ago," he said cheekily. "Tell me about yourself."

Not having anyone to talk to in years, not having anything else to lose, she saw no reason not to tell the boy her story.

About how she was raised in captivity, only to know pain. Taken from her parents before she could even realize what was happening. Constantly fighting against her captors, unable to do anything about her situation.

Eventually forced to give birth, to raise her hatchlings. Then having her young, the one spark of hope in her hopeless life, taken away, never seeing her young again.

Unable to deal with the loss, the trauma leaving her infertile.

Passed from cruel owner to owner, unwanted, nothing more than a decoration. Not worth keeping. Shriveling into the shell of a dragon that she now was.

"And then I was sold here," she roared bitterly. "I hear them talk about me from time to time. About how I'm the biggest of my kind, the strongest. About how I was near impossible to capture, about how I'm the most terrifying thing there is. I... I wish I was those things. I wish I was strong, fierce... if I was, I, then maybe I wouldn't be stuck in here..."

"Sssssh," the boy chided, and she jolted slightly when she felt a hand rubbing her side, rubbing her scales. She knew what petting was, but... she had never been pet before.

She didn't hate it.

"It's not your fault," he assured her, "you can't blame yourself for the situation you were born into, that isn't fair to yourself."

Before she could even retort, he spoke again.

"Restore."

She gasped as she felt it– her missing scales re-growing, her cracked claws reforming, her withered fangs sharpening, her vision clearing. In just under a minute, her body was restored to its prime– no, it was better than it ever was.

Her entire body now glistening a brilliant white, she felt... alive.

She was a dragon, not a witch, but this went against her very understanding of magic.

"What– how?"

"Because I wanted to... Vienna," he decided. "Gringotts does not deserve you. I want to free you from your shackles, I want you... I want you to be mine."