What Your Love Felt Like: The Dragon Saga

I was tied up and alone in the dark, my heart racing with fear as I wondered what my kidnapper had planned for me. Suddenly, a loud flapping of wings echoed through the place, sending chills down my spine. At first, I thought it was just a giant bird, an unusually large falcon or hawk perhaps, looking for its prey, but as I looked up, my eyes widened in disbelief.

A Dragon. That magnificent creature straight out of my dream, had descended from above, its wingspan so vast that it blocked out the little light that shone through the cracks in the ceiling.

This dragon was not like the one that had taken me here. There was no more denying what was real. I was taken by a dragon. But this dragon was exactly like the one I had a dream about. The one that had turned into my Draco. Its scales shimmered in the dim light, each one reflecting different colors of the rainbow, making it seem like a walking, breathing work of art.

It landed on the ground with a heavy thud.The place shook and the dust around me flew up, causing me to cough. Its eyes, as red as flames, bore into me, and for a moment, I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even breathe. I was entranced by the sheer power and beauty of this magnificent creature. But my heart was also overflowing with feelings. A mixture of tender love, smeared with a little fear or should I call it apprehension?

Then, as if sensing my fear, the dragon lowered its head, and to my surprise, nuzzled my hand with its snout, as if trying to comfort me. I couldn't believe it. I had always thought dragons were ferocious, dangerous beasts, Or so I thought.However, this one seemed to be different. It was as if it understood me, understood my plight, and was trying to offer me some solace.

The strange thing was, that I knew that I knew him. I knew that he knew me too. How? Not very sure. But my head started aching all of a sudden and it was kind of spinning too. I was thinking hard. And the doctors had forbidden me to do so. To hell with the doctors and their suggestions. Could their science explain what was in front of me and what I was into? I needed to figure this out before it confused my soul.

For a moment, I forgot about my kidnapper, forgot about the fear and pain that had consumed me, and simply basked in the warmth of the dragon's presence.

It's hot breath fell over me in snorts.

It was a familiar rhythm. A very familiar breathing pattern. A pattern that I had known for really long.

It tucked at the loose end of my sleeve and began chewing it. Exactly like my Damian did.

My hands were shaking. I tried reaching out with my quivering fingers as it touched its snout tip.

"Damian! My baby! Is that you?"

My lips could barely let those words tumble out when a sudden gust of air came at us. It was dusty and it felt so powdery that I had to close my eyes, in reflex. But the dragon moaned in pain.

I immediately tried rushing at him but failed. I was hanging by my chains as the dragon rolled over its back.

"Well, well well! Look who we have here. The heir. The mighty dragon heir. I was hoping to catch the Daddy fish. I guess, this cub is just a bonus!"

The shadow that was tormenting me, finally came forward. He threw more dust at the dragon as it cried out aloud and I could feel my cheeks getting drenched.

I was crying. I was worried. I was anxious. I did not want the dragon to be in pain.

I knew it strangely resembled my Damian, but my heart was not yet ready to accept what was inevitable.

A net descended from the top as the dragon lay there,rolling over and over again. It caught the mighty dragon who now looked like it was shrinking.

"Nooooo! Stop it. Leave my baby alone. Damian. Damian woke up! Damian you silly boy. How the hell did you find me? Why did you come here?"

I was crying in my questions and questioning in my tears.

The dragon had shrunk into my baby boy. The dragon was now Damian, who was hanging unconscious, trapped in that net. It looked like an average fishing net but it definitely wasn't, just like the power wasn't, that my captor blew. "Who are you, what do you want? Let my boy go. You want me, you have me here. He has nothing to do with you.

This was probably the first time I retorted and my kidnapper turned, towards me, amused.

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He came straight at me and grabbed my face. His sharp nails digging into the flesh on my cheeks. He was pressing so hard, my jaws were on the verge of dislocating. "You? You think you are that important, you ignorant fool? You are and always have been a tool in the game of Thrones that the Dragons play around. Your boy, huh?

Will this body of yours ever be able to survive conceiving a Dragon Child? Let's not even start talking about the acceptability of a half breed. Like me!

He smirked right at my face and shoved me off.

"Anyways, we are waiting for that thick headed dragon lord. He seemed to be interested in you for the time being. I am sure he will come for you and that is what I am hoping for. If he shows up, you are safe. If he doesn't, you will have a better fate. You will get to serve me henceforth as my personal maid, because I am forbidden from mindless killing. I am a preacher on the path of non-violence. "

His overconfidence was that toxic self satisfaction which one gets from hurting others even when they know it would hurt their own selves.

Suddenly, he clapped his hands.

Men and women poured in from all directions. Humans like myself.

"Look what a treat I have prepared for your so-called husband. Will he like them? Do they make a better football or will they look better adorning his dining table?" I shuddered.

The realization that Draco and Damian were not human had already crept in. But I failed to understand the extent of their difference. Were they those man-eating monsters that mythology talks about? Before my mind could process anything else, there was another loud thud, overhead.

This was deadly, heavier and grave.

It made all the men and women cower in fear as my kidnapper retreated, back in the shadows with that ugly smirk on his face.