A dragon terrorized an elven kingdom. Then the people decided to sacrifice the clan leader's only daughter. To save her people, she went through with it.
She didn't know that the dragon was something no one could have prepared for.
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Aenwyn was ready. She adjusted the white gown that hugged her petite figure, swallowing thickly as she looked in the mirror. After an entire week, the blonde elf had time to think. The king and the elders were just ridding themselves of her. Ridding the kingdom of her. Bright blue eyes welled with tears as she continued to think about it. She wasn't going to be saved. There was no knight or hero in her story. If the queen was still alive, it'd be impossible for anyone to even think about hurting Aenwyn. But...the queen was gone, taken by a painful and horrid illness.
A knock shook Aenwyn out of her thoughts, and one of the clan maidens opened the door to peek in. "Milady, the knights are ready for you." The woman spoke softly, then left the princess alone in silence once more. This was it. Aenwyn was going to die.
Brightness blinded the young princess as she was led outside, surrounded by men in bright alloy armor and tied at the wrists. She refused to look down, and held her head high as she was walked to a pedestal like area in the courtyard. The villagers...hundreds of them. They all stared in shock and bewilderment that the king was actually going through with this.
Hold...
What was that she had just seen in the sky? A bird? It had to have been. It was daylight.
No.
No.
NO.
Aenwyn watched as the dragon flew gracefully and effortlessly through the clouds, weaving and...was it playing??
Her attention was jerked away when one of the elders tugged her to the raised wooden area and pressed his chest to her back. "You never belonged here. You're a bastard child and you have no value to this clan or kingdom." Then there was nothing but searing, burning pain. But Aenwyn did not scream, she did not cry. She refused to.
Then flames surrounded her. Once more, she saw nothing but fire, but this time...it was a circle. And she was in the middle. The heat was almost unbearable, and as Aenwyn looked up at the dragon to cause it, her world faded to black.
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Warmth. Aenwyn was warm. Pain...in her back and sides. What happened? Was she dead? If she was dead...then why was there pain.
hissss
Was that...was her pillow breathing?! Aenwyn opened her eyes, the blue orbs landing on a decently large fire a few feet away from her. She took in more of her surroundings, noting that she was in a cave. A very, very large cave. The blonde elf remained completely still, trying to remember what had happened.
She remembered walking to the pedestal, the pain...but...oh. Oh no...her mind was reeling as she remembered the fire, those blazing hot flames surrounding her. What happened after that? Aenwyn sighed, but was snapped out of her thoughts and her attention was brought back to whatever it was she was laying on because by the gods IT MOVED. She glanced to the side, seeing a large orange scaled tail. Oh for Creators' sake, she was lying on a blasted dragon!
Slowly, Aenwyn began crawling and scooting away. She had to stay as quiet as possible, making sure to not wake the sleeping beast.
Little did Aenwyn know, the sand colored dragon had not been to sleep since bringing her here. The dragon had seen the attempted murder. Seen the poor elf start to bleed out. It was a horrid sight, and the dragon refused to see the clan princess die like that. Letting out a huff got the princess's attention, and violet orbs met blue as the dragon raised her head. The poor elf looked panicked as their eyes met, and the dragon seemed to roll her eyes.
"Do you mind? I was actually rather comfortable." It spoke. The dragon...dragon, mind you...just spoke. Without moving it's mouth.
Aenwyn was almost in a severe panic, her eyes wide in shock, bewilderment, fear....and curiosity. "Wha—How did you do that? What are you? I mean, obviously you're a dragon but dragons don't talk and..."
The dragon watched the little elf ramble on, an eyebrow seeming to raise. It was amusing, but if she kept pacing like that then she'd overwhelm herself. "Calm, little creature. Lie back down. You'll open your wounds and create more if you keep that up."
Wounds... Aenwyn thought, then sharp blue met violet once more but this time with ice in them. "You." The princess hissed through clenched teeth, looking around and seeing a glint of a blade nearby. She walked steadily to it, well aware of the dragons inquisitive gaze on her, and grabbed the sword out of the armor and other treasures the beast had hoarded. "You killed those people! My people! And yet you save me?! What in Creators' name in wrong with you?! You think I'd listen to a monster like you?" She held the blade to the dragon, and before she knew it she was knocked to the ground -albeit quite gently- by that strong tail and the small princess cried out more from panic than pain.
"I have killed no one out of malice, you insolent little elf. Surely you are aware I am not the only of my kind. Now, do as you are told or you will bleed out." The dragon's paw...no...she was using as a hand...gently lifted Aenwyn and rested her on a giant bed...mat...thing of furs. "Rest. Do not move. If you open that wound again I will have to burn it closed and I am sure you won't like that." The gold beast threatened.
Aenwyn's eyes widened, more out of disbelief than anything. This dragon...it saved her. It occurred to her then to look down at the now blood stained white gown that...was no longer there? She was wearing subtle leather armor, and if she was feeling the stretch correctly, there were stitches in her wound.
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Her eyes snapped up, and she swallowed thickly when violet stared right back. "How...was I changed? Is there another elf here? A human, maybe?" Her voice was soft but the dragon heard the uttered words without missing a single beat.
"No. I did it." The large reptile said simply, and glared when Aenwyn had the audacity to laugh.
"You? How in the world would a massive dragon manage to change clothes?" The elf asked once she'd finished her little fit and her arms came to rest crossed over her chest.
Suddenly, the cavern began to fill with stream and humidity. Aenwyn couldn't see a thing, couldn't see her hand in front of her. She dared not move, and her blue eyes scanned the humid mist for any sign of danger...or salvation.
"Like this." Came the dragon's voice, and then Aenwyn heard the distinct pitter-patter of bare human feet.
