In which Destiny and fate is really just another thing for a very bored and very intelligent dragon who has been locked up for far too long. Sad little drabble.
Killagrah let out a deep, rumbling sigh and stared at the cavern walls with distaste. Over twenty years and he had never had any kind of company, twenty years was a paltry amount of time for a dragon but dragon's weren't known for patience of any kind and the mighty beast had grown bored. Along with that was the terrible chain binding him to this place, dragons were meant to be free, not chained in place.
So when a very powerful warlock came within his presence the great Killagrah had perked in interest. There was no such thing as destiny and fate, the only prophecies possible were those of the magical kind and they were, like all things of this world, fickle and easily escaped, definitely more of a premonition to guide actions and possibilities.
Cackling evilly the dragon had enjoyed toying with the warlock, guiding him to the vaults and finally spewing a bunch of bullshit about destiny and fate because Gods he was a bored dragon and it would be intensely amusing to see such opposing forces of a warlock and a prince try to figure out something that wasn't even there.
If there was a thing such as fate it laughed in his face when the warlock ended up being a dragon lord, though if anything the dragon was more inclined to think of it as well aimed karma. Why else would he end up having to serve some cock and bull scheme he had made up to screw with another powerful magic being? Really though, at the end of it all he could think with some satisfaction that, at least he wasn't bored.