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Chapter II: The Dark Dragon

It had been a few days, and I could feel myself hunger with more curiosity at the new world that Leo was introducing me to. I had listened to him talk for hours on end about the different types of magical creatures there were, about the powerful dragons who were the magical guardians and protectors of them all.

I found myself enamored with the very thought of a dragon savior. The hope that kept me going, the knowledge that a dragon would rescue me gave me strength and courage. Leo had spoken of a war that was coming, a war that would shape the future for all magical creatures.

I hadn't been fed since my arrival, yet Leo's story was more than enough interest for my insatiable thirst for more knowledge. The Animal Guardian himself was beyond exhausted at speaking, and was at that moment ready to simply collapse from starvation. The biting pangs of hunger once again touched my stomach, pulling at my innards and causing major discomfort.

I kicked at the dungeon door, screaming at the top of my lungs for assistance.

A dark shadow like creature opened the door with a grating sound; it examined both of us and nodded as if in understanding. It shut the door behind itself loudly.

I shuddered. The creature was frightening in appearance, and held an almost ethereal presence. It was a thought in itself that literally brought a dark touch to my mind.

"A shade demon," muttered Leo, he was sprawled out in a rather un-feline way. It seemed as if the lack of food was getting to him.

I nodded in understanding, but my stomach growled in outrage. It was literally swearing at me. I wonder what my stomach would say if it could talk…

I ignored the thoughts that were slowly cropping up in my head, thoughts that were threatening to overwhelm me with worry and stress. Where was my father? Was he still even alive? The tendency to freak out was strong with my mother's side of the family, and even though my father's blood—cold and ruthless as it was—flowed through my veins, I couldn't help but wonder if only my mother's insanity ran through my predominantly.

The dungeon door swung open with a screech that crawled my blood, and I saw him for the second time; the black scaled dragon that Leo called the Dark Dragon.

"What do you want Sabrina Khan?" said the Dark Dragon, puffs of smoke escaped his nostrils like that of a smoker, but I knew that this was no smoker. His smoke was real.

I felt myself shiver within his presence, it wasn't because of the cold, it was-

"Fear," said the Dark Dragon, he stretched his arm out to me and touched me against my forehead, "you fear me mortal, and it is best that you remember that you do,"

I couldn't speak; the pain from the blow I had received from him only days earlier kept rushing through my blood and my mind. It was trauma. I was paralyzed by both fear and my body's phantom memory of that pain.

"You want food?" he said, his voice was less menacing this time, perhaps due to the fact that his presence was enough menace for me.

I nodded weakly, and motioned to the weakened Leo who lay sprawled out beside me. He glanced up weakly at the powerful dragon that stood before him. A dragon with rippling muscles beneath that almost diamond like set of scales.

His eyes held a darkness that captivated my soul, darkness from indulgence in what Leo had called, the darkest of magics.

The Dark Dragon nodded grimly, "I shall have my servant Chang bring you something to eat," he glanced at Leo, "and some kitty food for this wretched animal,"

Leo seemed to tremble at his description of him.

"Thank you," I managed numbly.

The Dark Dragon stretched out his claws and pinned my neck in an almost ironclad vice grip. I couldn't even swallow, "I want you to have enough strength so that my servant and I may break you to do our bidding, you will live and die as I command,"

I couldn't refuse, all my training with the underground people that my father had forced me to deal with, could not have prepared me for the terrible things that were going to be done to me. The Dark Dragon would forever remain a name that I would curse, his teachings would never depart from my flesh and my mind.

Nor would it ever leave my soul.