The Dragon's Slave

A Dream Destroyed

I thought that Princess Vicious would thank me for working so hard to get the sun-fruits for her, but instead she just screamed at me for taking too long and threw the basket of sun-fruits at me head. I had to pick them up and put them back in the basket all over again.

After that, the princess kept me busy all day. She made me clean her entire room from top to bottom and then she would make a mess on purpose, just so that I had to clean it up. She would deliberately spill her drinks on the floor and then I would have to wash the stains up, and then she would try on a whole bunch of different dresses and throw the ones she didn’t want on the floor. Then she would complain that the room was untidy and call me a lazy b***h. After that, she beat me so hard that I could barely stand.

I think she was doing it on purpose. She knew that I hadn’t finished my dress yet and that I didn’t know how to dance, and she was doing everything she possibly could to make sure I never had time to myself, so that I never learnt how to dance and so the dress would never be finished.

Luckily, even though she kept me busy all day, I still had time to work on my dress at night. I had to stay awake all night and then work the next day without any sleep, but it was worth it to see how beautiful my dress was.

Suddenly, in the middle of the night when all of the other slaves were a sleep, I saw somebody walking past the slaves quarters. They were walking away from the part of the castle where all of the dragons slept, and walking towards the area of the dragon kingdom where the hospital was. The person was limping, which made me worry, so I stopped working on my dress to follow them. When I saw who it was though, I was completely shocked.

“Dracus!” I gasped as I looked at the dark haired man. The one who had bought me and given me as a gift to the Dragon King. Then Dracus turned around and I was completely horrified by what I saw. The poor man was completely covered in cuts and bruises from head to tow. He looked like he had been mauled by a wild bear. It was horrifying to see. His injuries were so bad that he looked like he might even die!

He turned around and looked at me sighing, “What do you want, girl?” he asked me, and then he winced and gritted his teeth together as if he were in incredible pain.

“Oh Dracus, are you okay?” I asked, very concerned and worried about him. I know that what he did to me was wrong, making me into a slave and giving me as a gift to the Dragon King as if I were an object. But still, I couldn’t bear seeing him in pain. He was still a human being after all, and I couldn’t just stand there and watch him suffer. “What happened to you?” I asked.

“That’s none of your business!” he snapped at me. “Just get out of my way, you stupid girl. I need to see a doctor. It’s your fault that this happened to me anyway!”

“What do you mean?” I asked him, very confusedly. “How can it be my fault that this happened to you?”

“I told you it’s none of your business!” Dracus yelled very angrily, but then he collapsed on the ground in pain. He had been bleeding so much that he was too weak to even stand up.

“Oh, Dracus!” I screamed worriedly as I dropped to my knees beside him, wrapping my arms around him tenderly. “Oh, you poor thing. You are so weak, you probably won’t even make it to the hospital. Come to my cell. I’ll wrap up your wounds for you,” I told Dracus, and I put my arms around him and helped him walk to my cell, laying him down on the bed.

“I don’t need your help, slave!” Dracus yelled at me, but he couldn’t stop me from helping him because he was too weak.

“Shh, calm down,” I whispered to Dracus as I tenderly brushed his hair away from his forehead. “You’re too weak to move. Just relax. I’ll take care of you.” Unfortunately, I didn’t have any bandages to wrap Dracus’s injuries with, so I had to rip some of the material from my dress and use the fabric as bandages. I wrapped all his scars up tightly to stop the bleeding.

Unfortunately, there were so many injuries that by the time I was done wrapping them all, I hardly had any dress left. My skirt was so short that you could actually see my underwear underneath it. I was wearing a black lacy thong because that sort of underwear was the only kind that I had been given since I had become a slave. If my stepfather could see me right now, in a tiny ripped up dress with a lacy thong underneath, he would say I looked like a w***e. I didn’t care though. I had to rip my dress to heal Dracus’s injuries. It’s not like I was dressed this way just for attention.

After I had finished bandaging Dracus’s wounds, I felt his forehead and realized that he was extremely hot. “Oh my God Dracus, you’re burning!” I gasped. “Wait here, I’ll go get a wet towel.” I then went to the wash room and found a small flannel and dipped it in cold water. When I returned, I sat on the bed at Dracus’s side and put the flannel on his forehead to call him down. “Shh, it’s okay,” I whispered to him.

“Why are you doing this?” Dracus asked me.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Why are you helping me, after everything I did to you?” he asked. “I paid for you. I took you away from your friends and family. I took away your freedom and forced you to be a slave. So why are you being so kind to me?”

“I had to,” I told him. “When I saw that you were injured, I was so worried that you would die before you reached the hospital. I just couldn’t bear to see you hurt. I had to save you! I don’t know why, but whenever I see somebody hurt, like a person or an animal, it just makes me so upset, it’s almost like I’m hurting to. And so I have to help them. I could never forgive myself if I didn’t help somebody when they needed me. I suppose you must think I’m very weak,” I sad sadly.

“No,” Dracus replied. “Kindness is never a weakness. It’s a blessing. You remind me of my mother. She was always kind to everyone too.”

“What happened to her?” I asked Dracus as I rubbed his forehead with the cold towel.

Dracus let out a sigh of sadness and shook his head. “She died,” he said sadly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I told Dracus. A tear was running down my cheek because of his tragic story. How terrible to lose your mother at such a young age. I couldn’t even imagine his pain. “How did she die?”

Dracus suddenly growled in frustration and pulled away from me. “I don’t want to talk about it!” he snapped. The he got up and started to walk away.

“Dracus, wait!” I called after him. “Come back, you shouldn’t be walking right now. You’ve lost too much blood. You should lie down on the bed and rest. I don’t mind sleeping on the floor,” I told him kindly.

“I’m fine,” Dracus told me firmly. “My kind heals very quickly. My scars should be gone in a few days.”

“Your kind?” I asked, thinking that was very strange since I had always assumed that Dracus was human. “What do you mean? What is your kind?” I asked him, but he just walked away and didn’t even answer my question.

Over the next few days I thought a lot about what Dracus said. I felt so sorry for him after what happened to his mother and I wondered what he meant when he said that his kind heals quickly. I wondered if maybe he was an elf, because I knew that elves had healing magic. But I realized that he couldn’t be an elf because elves have pointy ears and Dracus didn’t. But I didn’t have time to worry about that though. I had to get ready for the ball!

Even though the Dragon King and Princess Vicious gave me lots of chores to do and I never found any time to learn how to dance, I did manage to get my dress ready on time. It was so beautiful in all of it’s different shades of green, with the purple and turquoise flowers and vines embroidered over it. It was very flattering when I put it on and it showed off my shape without revealing too much skin. I felt very happy that I finally got to wear something pretty and feminine without looking like I was a slut, like the kind of dresses the king made me wear.

Just as the ball was beginning, I went to the big double doors with a huge smile on my face. I felt so happy that I was going to be able to go to a ball in a beautiful ball gown just like a real princess. But then, suddenly, everything was ruined. As I was walking to the doors, Princess Vicious stepped in my way.

She had her hair done up and she was wearing a tiny black dress covered in sequins that looked more like something a prostitute would wear than something suitable for a princess. It was black, with criss crossing string over her enormous breasts, and there were holes in the dress where you could see her cleavage and her hips and her stomach, even her belly button. The skirt part of the dress was long, but it had a long slit in it so that you could see her legs and I could even see that she was wearing red underwear underneath. It was the kind of thing that would get all of the boys attention. Still, she looked very angry when she saw me. I didn’t understand why. My dress was so modest that none of the men at the ball would even pay attention to me.

“What the hell do you think you’re wearing?” the princess asked me, glaring at me like she was shooting daggers of hate right out of her eyes and into my heart.

“It’s just a regular ball gown,” I told her modestly. “I made it myself. I was very careful not to make anything inappropriate, your highness. I would never want to cause any trouble.”

“Oh, of course you wouldn’t!” she yelled sarcastically, almost spitting the words at me. “I just have one question for you. What color is your dress?”

It was then that I realized my mistake. Ever since I had met the princess, she had told me that there was a color she hated. A color that made her angry just by seeing it. And I was wearing a dress made in that very color. “Oh no!” I gasped, backing away in terror. “Your highness, I am so sorry!”

“It’s green!” she screamed at me. And then the scream got louder and louder and more high pitched that the room started shaking, and Princess Vicious started to transform right in front of me into an enormous, purple, terrifying dragon!

“Please, your highness!” I begged for mercy and I dropped to the floor and bowed to her. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you! I forgot that you hated green so much.”

“Silence, you w***e!” the princess screamed at me in her dragon for. “You have angered me for the last time. I told you that I hated the color green, and then you made a green dress just to spite me. You think that your pathetic green dress with help you to seduce the Dragon King and all of his sons, just like the disgusting little slut you are! Well I’m going to save them from a filthy tramp like you! And luckily, I know just how to do it!” she said with a huge smile on her face.

“Oh, no!” I begged, trying to back away, so sure that the princess was going to eat me and kill me right there in the hallway. “Please, your highness, have mercy, I beg you!”

But she didn’t show mercy. The evil dragon princess was so evil that she probably didn’t even know what mercy was, or if she did, she thought it was a weakness that needed to be destroyed. All she ever felt was anger and hate and jealousy for every woman in the world who was prettier than her. She wanted all the men to love her, and she would kill anyone who stood in her way.

But she didn’t kill me. Instead, she opened her mouth wide, took in a deep, thundering breath, and then breathed out a tornado of fiery, burning flames! The fire engulfed me. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed in pain and agony. The fire hurt so much that I thought I was going to die. Suddenly, I remembered what my mother had taught me about fire, and that you had to stop, drop and roll. And so I dropped to the ground and rolled around on the floor as fast as I could until the flames went out.

It was over. The fire was out. I wasn’t dead. I was still alive! But when I stood up, I started to wish I was dead. In her anger and her hatred, Princess Vicious had done something almost as bad as killing me. My dress was ruined! It wasn’t a beautiful green dress any more. It was all burnt and shriveled and the edges were all black where she had burnt it. Most of the skirt was completely done and was just a pile of ashes on the floor. The night was over. I couldn’t go to the ball!

Princess Vicious changed back into her human form and laughed at me as I cried. “You pathetic w***e. Let’s see if the king will dance with you now!” she mocked me. “Now everyone will know that you’re just a worthless, ugly little virgin and no man will ever want you!” she yelled at me. With that, the princess turned around and entered the ball.

I collapsed onto the ground and wept bitter tears. My dream was over. All that hard work I spent making the dress was ruined! I couldn’t go to the ball dressed like this! I couldn’t go to the ball at all! The princess was right. No man would ever want to be with a woman dress in ugly, burnt up rags like me. No one would ever want a worthless slave who had never even kissed a man before. I wasn’t a beautiful princess. I was ugly and stupid and completely worthless! No one would ever love me!