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I lied. I did not run into the forest. Instead, I ran into the bulk of a soldier. I was thrown into a different vehicle then my family and the heat of fire flooded my senses. I could feel the pull of it, each flame somewhere deep in the chamber calling to every ounce of me. I close my eyes against the steel grey and let it try to reach me. It can never reach far enough, blocked by the steel of the vehicle.

I’m jolted out of my trance when the vehicle jerks forward. Looking out the window was a mistake. Immediately, motion sickness threatens to empty my stomach. Before I close my eyes again, I see the dragon flying high in the clouds. As we drive out of town, my eyes never open and my mind drops into darkness. The exhausting journey home finally takes its toll and I drift off into a fitful nap yet again.

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Of course, we go to the capital city. People bustled through the streets I can’t be seen on if I value my head. The vehicle train wound across the city until they stopped at the border wall. Shadows stretched over the pebbles and rocks in front of a gigantic door. The top of it was the only thing the light touched on this side of the city. A barred window told me this was the dungeon where the royal serpents throw their inconveniences.

The door in the vehicle behind me opened and my heart clenched as Mareyna was shoved out and into the dust. Following her was more of my family, scrambling out of the dust to make way for the next. I never see my cousins come out, but the door shuts behind Grandma. Guards start leading them to the door. I expected a guard to come to open my door and force me into restraints. The mere thought of cuffs around my wrists is enough to make me shiver. Being restrained from doing as I please is not on my bucket list. And luckily, no one comes to force me out of the minimal protection of the metal box I sit in.

I watch as the tall doors yawn open and swallow my family. The last sight of them sends a shiver down my spine and even when the vehicle jerks forward, I still watch the doors, hoping for one more glimpse.

This ride is shorter, and to my surprise, to the palace itself. The entrance was the most ornate thing I had ever seen, but even that was outdone by the entry hall, and the grand staircase, and the throne room. Really the whole place was detailed to every last wall and ceiling. I was shocked into silence until my guards forced me to kneel in front of the largest throne known to man, and probably dragon, too. On it sat an ice blue dragon with gems and pearls inlaid in her silver armor. The silver matches the accents around the room. Navy blue curtains hang from tall windows and plush sofas decorate the room. Mortal guards are positioned around the room, reminding me of my impending doom. Suddenly, the blue velvet rug beneath me feels like bait to a cage. My vision swirls but my guards hold firm. One pushes my head down in a bow of surrender. But that is the last thing I want to submit to.

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