"You can speak?" the Slaver said, "So you're a halfling, a cursed one. My my, It's been hard times since I found one of your type."
"Mmm-m-my type? You mean there are others?" the dragon asked.
"Yeah, some beasty born of a person and a monster for whatever sick reasons. You'll fetch me a much higher price than before," the man said, smiling before kicking the boy hard in the head. The dragon passed out.
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Many hours passed while the dragon was out. In a not so far off castle, Gwen was looking out her window in her castle. She was seven years old and the only daughter of the local lord. She looked to the stars. "Oh Mother in heaven, I miss you," she thought, "As you know, today my birthday. I received many nice things, but in truth I only want one thing mother, I want a true friend who will never judge me for being a princess. One who will help comfort me in my times of need. Please mother, this is all I want." She looked away from the stars and went to bed.
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The dragon-child awoke and felt his head on something cold. He looked around and saw it was night again. The dragon was in a metal cage with a lock. The slaver was passed out drunk near his cage and the key was on his belt. The child reached through the bars ad touched the key with his clawed hand. Snatching the key, he quickly opened the cage.
"But where do I go now?" he thought as he ran off, wanting to escape he ran in not particular direction. "I can look for others like me, they'll take me in," he thought, running all through the night.
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Morning came and Gwen went to the stables. There waited a tall armor clad man named Sir Victor. "Are you ready for your morning ride milady?" Victor asked.
"Yes," Gwen said, as Victor helped her up onto her horse. He got on the back of it and they were off riding through the country side as a feast was being made for her breakfast.
As they rode a bolo came from no where and hit Sir Victor. It knocked him and Gwen off the horse. When he hit the ground he went out like a candle. Two bandits appeared, looking at Gwen. "Such a nice girl, you'll probably fetch a nice reward," one said.
"Someone help me!" Gwen yelled to the surrounding area.
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The dragon had been near by when his hearing picked up Gwen's screaming. "Someone's in trouble, should I go help? Maybe they can help me," the dragon thought.
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