Chapter 16: Proserpinae (15)

          Proserpinae’s POV

          I was only five years old. For a dragon, that is not long at all. In fact, I was still considered an infant. People looked down on me. These people had ripped me from my mother’s arms and put me in chains.

          They had killed her in cold blood. A loud bang that ripped apart the air and slew her was all that it took. Mother had said that I never needed to worry. Our scales wear stronger than steel, whatever that is.

Father had left the valley we lived in. saying I could hunt on my own. Mother still hunted for me. That was of course till the humans came.

They took her life like it was nothing. Snuffed the flame of her soul and put me in chains. I was about three when they took me. The king of their little kingdom broke my wings.

He fed me food I didn’t recognize and gave me water that didn’t taste right. I couldn’t understand him at first. Over time I learned that I was but a plaything for him to show off. He was the king and I, his slave.

Then a girl that he saw as an opponent came. He had been talking about how he was trying to find people like him. People from what he called the mother timeline.

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          I heard them enter the room. People who wanted to talk to the King. A girl of my age and a another girl that looked to be entering her teenage years came. Two men also came with them. One was a man that exuded confidence, he was Kevin. The other man seemed to one of the honest to a fault sort. They called him Marthon.

          They introduced themselves to the King. The calm looking one was called Laetitia, the other Amelia. They talked to the King for only a couple seconds. He showed me off to them. The calm looking one said something to the King that made him angry.

          He pulled on my chain, the pain from his magic burning into my soul. Breaking the skin of my mind. They kept talking for the next couple of minutes. Some major things seemed to happen, but I did not Know the many facets of human politics.

          When they left, an air of rage filled the King. He seemed to Hate that girl. People here saw strength as a goal and a chip to play in politics. But he had used the Firearms he had purchased from the north.

          “Why did she have to call me out on it? I just made a really large Cannon and shot the blasted thing from the safety of the trees,” he said with a complicated look on his face, “Dragon, you will go and enter in the academy so I can figure out how she thinks. That look on her face said nothing of her character. You have no name so I will give you one. Proserpinae, that is your name.”

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