“What?” The man looked very surprised. “A talking dragon? That’s a first!”
The dragon was hopeful. Perhaps this strange man realized he was special and wasn’t going to hurt him! “Please…” he whimpered.
The man glared at the dragon angrily. All trace of surprise was gone, and only a scowl remained. The dragon’s hope flittered and dissipated. “Damn my luck,” he started, grabbing the dragon by the neck. “I find a nice specimen of a dragon, and I can’t sell it!” He spat at the dragon’s face, who flailed around hopelessly. The slaver sighed and released the dragon, which fell to the ground gasping for air.
“May as well save these villagers some trouble and kill it now…” he muttered to himself as he brought out his monstrous battleaxe. The dragon, seeing the opportunity, fled into the bushes. The slaver roared in anger, ordering the dragon to return, but it ignored him and continued up into the nearby hills. The slaver, fed-up, muttered about the dragon not being worth chasing before leaving to return to his wagon.
The young dragon wandered through the hills until nearly the end of the day, where it found a large cave in a cliff on a hillside. Little did it know, this had been the lair of dragon Bowhan had slain a day ago. Tired, sad, and with a newfound hate of humans, it curled up and slept.
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