The story of a dragon on a mountian.
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there was a small village that lived below a great mountain. It was filled with peace and happy people until a gruesome dragon found a home on that cold mountain, the clouds too dark and the wind became strong and fierce, stole everyone's voices. The happy people rarely spoke for fear that their voices would catch the ears of the beast that had ruined them. They struggled to live in terror until one village had an idea since they couldn't kill a dragon. Why not offer it gifts now? What kind of gifts did dragons like? Well, they liked gold, but the village had far too little of that. They enjoyed the flesh of animals, but the village needed that, and every hand was needed for work. So what did the village not need? The daughter of a witch they had once hung, and what could possibly be sweeter than the blood and bones of a lovely girl. The little village bound and dragged the girl to the top of the spire that grew forever more ominous. The closer they got the girl kicked and screamed, but the villagers only cared of her cries called the dragon. The mountain had a great many caves all twisting and turning into each other. They pushed her into the mouth of the earth, not carrying if it was the round or the dragon that swallowed her. They left her there with no way to return except to go forth to the dragon. Death was meant to meet her there, but death would find her if she stayed, she might be able to save herself if she's not past the creature, she decided right then no one would ever find her curbs in the hidden tunnels of this place, even if she had to kill a dragon to be free. She got to her feet, her body already bruised and called a stone. She made her way through the dark. She stepped deeper into the shadows, making her footsteps as quiet as possible. The Witch's daughter walked for what felt like hours with her hands tied behind her. She walked into light, slowly began to brighten in front of her. She stood before a large cabin, so this must be the dragonslayer. She thought to herself. There were treasures all about, but the stone on the mountain stopped and transformed into marvel. Grand pillars were raised to the ceiling and they weren't made out of the mountain. It was though someone had placed a mansion right inside the cave. She peered around the glittering interior, searching for either the dragon or a weapon. She didn't find the dragon, but the glint of a knife caught her eye. She managed to wrap her bound fingers around the hilt of the blade. Its edges were sharp and dug into her skin as she set herself free. She barely felt the blood dripping down her wrist as she caught sight of the cave opening. What little sunlight filtered through was blinding. No dragon in sight. Her heart filled with hope. Her feet set out before her mind could truly think, coins clicked about, her precious things thrown into the horde, but none of them were as lovely as the day the outside world was in her grasp. But when something pulled her back in, tugging her back further into the dark, she tried to struggle just as she had before, but this group was far stronger than that of the villagers. No matter how she pushed and kicked, it would not let go. The world filled with stars as whatever held her, slammed her against the wall. She knew what she would face when they cleared. So she tried to reach her new blade hands. Human hands yanked the knife away and wrapped around her throat. She heard a click against those cursed coins in the world jumped into bright clarity. The monster before her did not look like a monster at all. Its face was so beautiful and showed nothing of the creature wearing this human mask. It looked nearly human. Its features were too fine, and its eyes too bright to clear. She could see them even in the dark. Who are you? They grow out! They're very slow in, horse sent shivers down her spine. I'm a girl from the village. She croaked out. Air was rapidly leaving her. Why are you here? The creature said, pushing her tighter against the wall. They meant just sacrifice me. The room had grown so dark. She could only see the beginning being in front of her barely at that and annoyed. Grant escaped them, and the creature released her. Go back to them, it said, starting to walk away from her. She stayed on the ground for a moment, catching her breath shocked by the mercy she had just been shown. What if I don't want to go back? She asked more to herself than the creature she heard their footsteps pause than start growing nearer and stay. The creature whispered gently, crouching before her. She glanced up at them for the first time. She no longer thought of them as a heartless beast. Here with you! She asked. Another hope, slowly, sleeping into her heart. Yes, here with me. Humans don't like me much. I am lonely, they said, holding a hand out to her. She passed for a moment, thinking that this creature and her village who had led her to this mountain Alright, I'll stay. Humans don't seem to like me much either, she replied, taking their hand. The dragon helped her too, her feet and showed her their home. The Witch's daughter and the dragon found peace with each other, but the knowledge that may be monsters weren't monsters after all,