“What do you want from me?” Even as I asked him this, frozen beside the fresh corpse of a man, I knew I had no reason to ask. The reason was as clear as why we hunted his kind. He did not like me. He loathed me.
“I want war.” Simple. Straightforward. His red eyes were hard and devoid of any form of emotion as he stared at me, leaning into a dusty wall with his left shoulders, arms crossed across his massive chest.
“And you think abducting me will give you war?” I spat.
I wondered if he could get war from kidnapping me. I wondered if my family and my fellow hunters would come to fight for my freedom. If they did not know the atrocities I had committed while in the custody of the dragon king, if they did not know that I had started to doubt stories that had been told of the dragons, if
