Ridiculous Chapter 1: Part One, a dragon's bait fanfic

Ridiculous ; A Dragon's Bait Fanfic
by Unfailingtwilight
Part One

Authoress Note:
This is the companion to my other Dragon's Bait fic, Subtle Change . I will post three now and the finale sometime soon.
Now, I will warn readers that it is partly Subtle Change in Selendrile's POV, but it does go on. I haven't decided for sure, but I hope to make this four parts.
As always, constructive criticism is appreciated. Flames and nasty comments will get you reported.
I mainly did this companion for all those out there who wanted more: more of Alys and Selendrile, more of their tale in Subtle Change , and a half-way decent ending to Dragon's Bait which V. V. Velde didn't give us (though we all know she did it for some genius reason.)

Enjoy!

Ridiculous

Humans barely registered in my line of vision during my near millenia of existence. Only when they sought me, stirring up trouble by seeking my death or appeasing me with maidens did I associate with them. Imagine my wonderment when one day three hundred years ago, a maiden, sentenced to die by her ilk started throwing rocks at me, shouting for me to hurry and eat her.

I had watched her struggle with her bonds, flying stealthily above the countryside for some time. When she finally took notice of my shadow, she seemed to think I hadn't seen her. How foolish. I was no more interested in the 'sacrifice' of a maiden than one of the many sheep that I had consumed that morning. The rocks started small, pebbles really. But she eventually realized that it would take a stone the size of her fist to peak my interest. I glided smoothly in the air to see what she was planning. A trap, of sorts, I thought. However, I was amused to see a silly human female, barely old enough to give birth to a child, who said she wanted revenge on those who wronged her. Seeing as I had nothing of interest to do at the time, I offered to help her. That effort nearly killed the two of us, yet I obliged to be a companion for travel to her after the ordeal.

There was no denying that we had grown close as we traveled. We created a comfortable bond, one that resembled siblings. Siblings that often fought, but were obviously fond of one another in the end. I took her to the edges of the earth, treating her to the treasures my kind were accustomed to. Dragons were more revered than feared in the east, so I took her to a place where I, and she, could be admired. We went to the deserts and jungles where animals were masters and humans second tier. Allowed her the same comforts in Arabia as we lived with the Sultan and his princesses.

Within the kingdom of fey, there are certain rules with the tier of fey. Each species has their own rules along with the general ones. Fey like faeries and sprites, they cannot enter a human household without their permission. Chimeras cannot change their image more than thrice. And dragons cannot, or rather, should not choose to bond with humans. Humans for dragon folk are a source of food or are slaves, nothing more. Only a handful of dragons have broken this rule, choosing to live in exile with their bonded humans. Half of them are part of my distant family, generations back. Exile from the dragon community is the only punishment. Exile is the most civilized way to deal with the breach in rules, since fey are few and far between as it is, it would be foolish to kill one another.

And despite my self-exile, my attempt to make sure I did not follow in my twice great-uncle's clawprints, I found myself with a fifteen year old chit of a human. Nothing attractive about that. Nothing at all. But she, as all humans in that stage of life, grew up quickly and changed. And nearing the third year of our companionship, so did I.

Her ratty hair (that was my fault, really) grew out and darkened, she grew into her limbs and developed womanly curves, breasts. Her face and body was less chubby and more lean, bringing out her bone structure. And as I spent more time in my human form, I found myself using my human instincts along with my dragon ones. In my human eyes, she was the perfect mate, an excellent candidate for a wife. But my true form, my superior half, told me she was a toy. And as I would think that, a voice in the back of my head would hiss, 'Yes. The two of us would have an excellent time playing.' The voice added a taste of lewd innuendo. 'Alys would be an excellent playmate...' I growled at the voice, willing it to be silent. "Mine," I growled silently, causing Alys to look at me questioningly as we walked to a quaint farmhouse. Instead of answering her look, I grabbed her hand as we neared the elderly human couple.

We exchanged pleasantries and got settled in the barn for the night, but not after a few outbursts and questions from the ever opinionated Alys. I made the mistake of letting her know I had noticed her matured body and that I planned on leaving her soon. She clung to me in desperation. She looked near tears and I wanted to calm her before she went into hysterics, so I reached for her hands which were clinging to my collar. My mother, who was a scryer of the future could not have predicted what would happen next.

Part Two is up next!

Unfailingtwilight

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Selendrile or Alys, though that would be nice.