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The dragon is a threat!

It is a monster!

We have to kill him!

The enraged shouts of the villagers that night, drowned out the desperate pleas of the boy, who was raised by said dragon. When he realised that he couldn’t get through to them by mere words, he decided to raise his sword and protect the one who’s most important to him. In the beginning he fought brave and well, but there were just too many of them. He was outnumbered even with a dragon by his side.

They restrained him, tied him up, while forcing him to watch as they pierced thousands of arrows through his beloved companion. Screams of agony and terror filled the air, while the boy was desperately tearing at his restrains, but to no avail. His voice was turning sore from the hours of shouting and screaming, begging them to stop, until he was only able to weep silently as he was forced to watch his comrade, his friend, his family be mercilessly slaughtered right in front of his eyes.

And he wasn’t able to do anything to prevent it.

He knew, there was nothing left for him in this world. Nothing except those sharp arrows, which were now aiming at him.

Of course they wouldn’t let him live. Not after what they just did to the one he most loved. They would kill him now, in this sorry and pathetic state, before he was able to gain back his strength and murder each and every one of them slowly and painfully.

The boy looked up through the messy blond locks, that fell in his face. Tears were still streaming down his cheeks as he looked those monsters in the eyes.

No not monsters. That’s what they insulted his friend as. Those were humans. Humans like him. But if this was, what it meant to be human, then he couldn’t stand being one himself. No, he was no human. Humans killed his family when he was a child and now humans killed his family once again.

He hated humans. Loathed them and would never forgive them, even after his death.

So his eyes were no longer filled with fear nor sorrow, but pure hatred as he looked at them. Hatred towards those lowly creatures, that dared to raise their weapons against him and his friend.

And those were his last thoughts before hundreds of arrows pierced through his body.

He never got to see the next morning, when the rays of a new sunrise fell onto his corpse, which was only hanging on one rope, that was left of his restraints and survived the gruesome attack.

And while his dead body laid there unmoving, his soul was far from gone as it made its way through worlds and time. Until finally arriving in a world with a sky as red as the blood, that was shed and resting itself inside a crystal. When the time came to awaken once more, he only knew two things.

He was Mizael, a Barian Emperor.

And he hated humans.