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“You know damn well that I’m the perfect candidate for the job!” Erwin shouted over the cacophony of booming voices. Hundreds of dragons stood around them in the courtyard, all angrily competing to be the loudest voice in the crowd. Thankfully, Council regulations dictated that all dragons must remain “upright”, or in their smaller, humanoid forms, for the duration of Council meetings. Otherwise, the din thundering from the gathered dragons could have leveled trees. Oriana glared down at the orange dragon amongst the sea of her peers, standing almost a head taller than most of the dragons in attendance. She had

You skitter along the ground. You know you have to be quick if you are to avoid the woman living here. You've heard the stories; some giants are very dangerous, and even violent towards your kind. You carry the food along with you, pulling it behind you. It sits on a wheeled wooden board, which is tied to your back by a rope. This rope is made from fishing wire you stole from a fishing kit in the house next door, and the wheels on the board are made from beads you took from a little girl's room. You help yourself often. At your size, whatever you take nearly goes unnoticed. This doubles with food, as most often just a few crumbs will be enou

 WARNING: SLIGHT VIOLENCE. NOT ENOUGH FOR ME TO TAG IT, BUT I THOUGHT I'D GIVE YOU A WARNING JUST IN CASE. ENJOY. "Stupid wretch!" "The witch has cursed us all!" "She's a demon! She'll tell her beast to kill us!" The remarks were nothing new. As you walked through your village carrying a large wicker basket filled to the brim with fish, people would often stop and snap these words at you. You hadn't gotten used to them, but you had learnt to block most of it out, and not let the hurt show while you were around them. You wouldn't give them the satisfaction. This had been happening every day for the past three months. Some days were worse