Marylin stood before the Elders, awaiting her fate. She was covered in blood and a crazed look was apon her face. In her hands was a dragon's horn, the most scracred object in her clan. A crowd of people now started to gather around her, waiting to hear the fate of the fabled "Human dragon"; the one born to protect the dieing dragon kin. Marylin had gone completly againced the proficy; she had slayin a dragon, and a leader at that.
Finally, the oldest Elder spoke. "Marylin," He started, his voice as old and wise as the voice of Gaia, "Tell the people of Dragsbain why you are before them today." Marylin slowly looked up, a psychotic smile cheeping across her face. "I am here today," She started, her short, blood stained, black hair falling into her face. "Because I killed the Golden dragon! Here's the proof!" She held the horn up in the air as everyone in the crowd gasped. She then tilted the horn and blood flowed out of it and over Marylin's body.
From the crowd, one hooded person smiled. "That's a good girl," the person said under it breath, "do just as I told you, and I will grant you what you wanted." The person then turns, almost as if it was a liquid, and noiselessly drifted away.
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