I woke up. It was a sunny day, and I would even say it was a nice day if I wasn't a slave. I arrived as a slave when I was 5, and 2 years have passed since then. Now I am 7 years old. If your asking what I think about my life? It sucks. You sleep in your own shit, the food is disgusting, and you don't have a bed. Sucks right? Anyway I'm currently at a slave market. Where the owner is a fat guy, and does everything to make money. I like to call him greedy pig.

Greedy pig walked in the room with a man. Greedy Pig asked the customer:" what kind of slave are you looking for?"

"A sex slave." Answered the man.

"Aaah, a sex slave. Let me gather them for you so you can pick one yourself."

"Alright."

I watched. That was the only thing I could do. After a minutes or two, Greedy Pig came back with some women slaves. They also had chains on their slave collars, with the end of the chains being hold by Greedy Pig. "Sir, these are the sex slaves we currently have in stock. Which one is to your liking?"

The man walked through the sex slaves. Suddenly he turns around and meets my eyes. That's when I got a closer look of his face. His face was pale, and he had green eyes and black hair. If I would have to describe him in one word: drop dead gorgeous. Well it are 3 words but that doesn't matter. The man looked at me and then smirked at me. The man turns around points at a purple haired elf and says:"I want her."

After some talking, the man gives the Greedy pig some golden coins, takes the chain of the purple haired elf and leaves.

The rest of the day nothing really happened. I ate some disgusting stew, pooped a bit in my cell, and went to sleep.

The next day, I woke up from a kick in the stomach. I groaned in pain, and quickly stood up. I got a chain attached to my slave collar and got 'put' in a carriage. Well, even though I said putting, it's rather throwing. Well I'm fine with it cause i'm a slave.

I heard some wips, and the carriage started moving. I think the carriage gets pulled by horses, but that's a guess. The carriage was rather big. There were around ten slaves, including me, and one guard holding our chains. There were no couches to sit on, so I sat on the floor.

After a few hours I was bored, considered talking with my neighbour. My neighbour was a girl like me. She had dark red hair and purple eyes. She would be considered as a beauty, if she wasn't so thin. She was so thin that I could count her ribs if she took of her piece of cloth.

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I decided not to talk to her when I rememberedsome unpleasant memories. There went a shiver down my spine.

I remember how a slave tried to talk to another slave. They got their hands cut off. The Greedy Pig did it before our eyes to show us what happened if we talked with someone. He first cut off their fingers, slowly, 10 seconds each finger. Then he cut off their fingerless hands. When he was done, the Greedy Pig left them to bleed dead. She had nightmares for two weeks after that day. She still heard their screams sometimes.

After a couple of hours, the carriage stopped. The guard who had their chains, led them outside where the captain of the guards was waiting.

When every slave was outside, the guard began to speak:" alright you filthy slaves, you guys have been bought by some stupid rich kid and were currently transporting you to that kid."

"They are talking about us like we're things." I whispered disgusted. Well we are things. I already knew that were nothing more than things, but it still made me feel disgusted.

The captain continued:"because the owner doesn't like being in cold places, you guys are currently under my command. Every slave who disobeyed gets punishment."

A shiver went through my spine. I remembered the unpleasant memory and swore myself that I would never disobey.

"Oh yeah, one last thing" the captain said. "The place we're going to is ice cold, so we're going to put a fire orb in the carriage so that you filthy slaves won't freeze death."

After he was done with his speech, the guards began to give soup to the slaves. When I got mine, I sniffed and I can only say one thing: it stinks. Well, maybe half of it was my own smell, but let's forget about that little detail. I gulped it down in one sip, hoping the smell would disappear. Too bad, only half of the smell disappeared, meaning that half of the smell was mine. I smelled myself a bit. I wished I didn't do that, it would have spared me a trauma.

After a minute or two, the guards 'put' us in the carriage and after a few whips, the horses started moving, meaning the carriage started moving.

When I looked at the ceiling, seeing a red orb. I guess that is the fire orb, since the carriage is really hot. My opinion changed in a hour. It was really cold. The guard was right. The orb only made sure we didn't freeze death. Making sure that it was warm was another story.

I looked outside. If I had to describe the landscape in one word: beautiful. Everywhere i saw ice. The beautiful blue mountains, the cute animals, the crystal clear water, it was beautiful. Too bad that it's cold. Otherwise it would have been perfect.

The next two days were exactly the same: being cold, the beautiful landscape, the stinking soup and the speech of the captain about being punished.

But in the middle of the journey something changed. When we were midway through the cold landscape, it became colder than it already was, the wind became stronger and we heard a roar. A beast roar. But not just some beast. Everyone knew exactly wich beast. It was one of the strongest creatures on this world, creatures that even gods avoided. The carriage knew exactly which creature was coming.

A Dragon.