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This is the second story in a four part series. If you are under the age of 18 please stop reading. (I know you're not but I had to try) I'd like to thank Teller of tails for editing, proof-reading, and filling in some places. Please comment and be honest. Thank you and enjoy.

As she sat in her bed looking out the window, at the strange landscape she had come to think of home in the past few months, her mind wandered to the day it all started for her. The day her journey started and she truly began to live. As her mind wandered, she remembered the first hunt in the woods she had with her father and the smells and sounds she heard as the memory washed over her. . .

Her target was a small xlox, a small horned creature slightly smaller than her four foot frame. As it turned away from her, she raised her bow and pulled back the string til the feathers on the arrow tickled the side of her snout. Taking a deep, quiet breath she loosed the arrow, striking the animal in the side, piercing its heart. The xlox ran forward a few steps before collapsing to the ground.

"Great shot Sara," her father whispered behind her. She grinned as drew her knife and walked over to her kill. She knelt beside the still breathing creature; she brought her knife to its throat and slit it in one swift slash. As the blood began to pool, she flipped the carcass over and preceded to field-dress it. When she was done she stood up and grabbed a handful of leaves and began to clean the blood off her arms. Her father picked up the dead xlox and slung it over his shoulder. "Let's get this back to the village so you can tell everyone about your first kill," he said as he took her hand and started back to the village.

As they approached the village, a shadowy form in the forest a long ways off caught Sara's eye. "Father, what is that?" she asked, pointing at the somewhat large shadow. Her father looked were she was pointing and a strange expression crossed his face. "Nothing you need to know about, little one," he replied, pulling her after him as she tried to stop and get a better look. "But what is it?" she asked again as this was the first time she been out of the village in her sixteen years. "It is a forbidden area that no one may enter. Ever," he replied a little angrily.

They soon reach the village and were greeted with many hi's and hello's. They arrived at their large hut in the center of the village where Sara's mother was waiting to greet them as they returned home. "I see we'll be eating well tonight," Sara's mother said when she saw the xlox slung over her mate's shoulder. "Sara's first kill, and clean too," he replied, pulling the carcass off his shoulder and handing it to his mate for her to slice it up. "Good sized xlox she got, dear. Not bad for her first hunt," the adult dragoness said as she turned towards the door of the hut to start dinner.

"Why don't you go play with your friends, Sara?" her father said giving her a little push towards a group of young dragons. "OK," Sara responded as she ran towards her friends. "Just be back for dinner," he called after her knowing she wouldn't respond. "Now to see what's for dinner," he whispered to himself as he walked towards the doorway, rubbing hands together and grinning widely.

"Hey guys!" she called. "You guys wanna play Six Disciplines?" Her question was answered by grins and a lot of head nodding. As the game was put together she couldn't help but wonder what that strange shadowy object was. "Sara, you playing?" her best friend, Rachel, called. "Yea," she called back as she ran to the circle of players standing around the six leather balls.

They played the game for a while. Throwing the six leather balls at each other and trying to dodge them was only part of the game. It was meant to help young dragons hone their skills of combat. Sara was rather good at it, due to her small size and quick reflexes, but after a while the game started to get dull, so Sara had an idea.

"Guys I have a better game to play," she announced as she arrived at the circle. "What game?" Rachel asked. "Let's play dare," Sara replied with a huge grin on her face as the curiosity got the best of her. "I saw something today while I was out hunting. It was this big shadowy thing that my father calls a 'forbidden' area," she said to her group of friends. The oldest dragon looked smugly at her and said "Then I dare you, Sara Drakon, to go to this so-called 'forbidden' area," Everyone in the group besides Sara and her challenger gasped as they all knew that, seeing as they were all older than Sara by several years, no one could go there because, well, it was forbidden.

Sara, not knowing any better, boastfully declared, "You're on." She held out her claw to seal the agreement, as was dragon code when playing dare. The other dragon accepted the offered claw with his own, sealing the fateful deal. "Then let's go do this," she said and took off for the woods, leading the pack of young dragons. As they reached the woods edge, she looked around; looking for the large shadowy object, she had seen earlier. "There it is!" she said pointing at the shadow off in the distance. "Let's go," she shouted as she took off for the object. The other youngsters rushed to keep up with her. When they reached a ring of trees surrounding the object, she raced forward a few paces towards an opening in the trees before she realized no one was following her. "Hey, aren't you guys coming?" she asked, turning around to look at her friends. "This is your dare, you have to go in," the eldest answered, pointing at the opening between the trees. "Fine, I'll be back in a minute," She turned back to the opening and walked slowly through.

The first thing she sees as she walks though the opening is the massive ring of mettle and stone set in the ground in the middle of a large clearing. "Wow," was all she could say as she took in the strange sight. The ring was set in the ground and stood six feet high and about twenty feet across with four sets of stairs at what could be called the corners of the ring. As she climbed the nearest stairs, she saw a metallic pillar with glyphs set into the top of it. Curiosity overcame her instincts that something was not right, as she reached out and touched a glyph.

A screeching sound emanated from the ring as an inner ring began to spin and a bluish glow emitting from the whole structure. She stumbled backwards and spun around, screaming as she began to run for the opening in the trees. As she runs she hears a mysterious voice whisper in her ear "Sara . . . You are destined for great things." She screams louder and as she reaches the opening, and something strikes her in the back, throwing her a dozen feet forward to land on her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. As she rolls over, trying to fill her lungs, her friends appear above her with worried expressions on their faces. "Sara are you OK?" her friend Rachel asked. As the edges of her vision began to darken and the world around her started to spin, all she could do was nod her head and lay still. As the darkness won and she sank into unconsciousness a voice whispered through the back of her mind. . .

"Sara . . . Remember . . ."

"You know what's going to happen now don't you?" A voice said "She's going to be banished when she wakes." "I know." Sobbed a second voice. "I don't want her to be, but it's the only way that won't have her killed." The second person broke down into sobbing and sniffling. Started to open her eyes, but her vision was blurry. "Mother, Father, are you there?" Sara asked as she sat up in her bed, rubbing her head and eyes. The sobbing in the other room intensified as heavy footsteps came to her doorway. As her vision cleared, a door opened and her father stood there with a saddened expression on his face. "Come little one. We're going to a meeting," he said holding out his hand. "OK," she replied, still not understanding what was happening, as she climbed out her bed and took her father's hand. He led her through the village where she was only met by cold stares and an occasional grunt, until they arrived at the meeting place, which was a large open hut on a hill overlooking the village.

When she entered the torch lit room, the fist thing she saw was the village elder, an ancient dragoness who had helped build the village when it was first settled. She nodded at the two as they entered, then began to speak to the others in the room. "This meeting is called to decide the fate of young Sara Drakon, who went into the forbidden area," she turned to Sara's father with a solemn look. "Let Jarek, the father of Sara, decided her fate, for her mother is in no condition to decide." Sara watched, still confused, as her father stepped forward and cleared his throat and said the most fateful sentence in his life.

"I choose banishment for my daughter, though it breaks my heart to do so, it is better then the alternative." He stepped back, tears coursing down his cheeks as he does so. "Then I have no choice but to commence a banishment ceremony. Bind her!" the elder shouted the last part and rough hands grab Sara from behind her and roughly tied her hands and tail to her waist, as Sara looked back and forth afraid at what was happening. The elder motioned for the dragon holding Sara to bring her forward, holding an ornate dagger in her hand.

The dragon behind Sara forced her to her knees in front of the elder and turns her head to the left, forcing the right side of Sara's snout to be exposed. "I'm sorry I have to do this, little one," the elder whispered and pressed the dagger across Sara's right eye area and pulled the dagger upwards, cutting through scale and flesh. Sara screamed as she felt the most pain in her life as the dagger cut her face but not her eye. "Now for the final act of the ceremony and this I am truly sorry for, little one," the elder said and motioned for the village protector, a large brawny male, to step forward.

"For entering the forbidden area, Sara Drakon, you are no longer clean; therefore you are no longer part of this village or this clan. Your virginity, which is to be given to your mate, is to be taken so that any future mate you have will know that you are no longer pure. The cut across your eye will scar and forever mark you as: The Banished One," the elder motioned for the protector to begin the final act. The large dragon grinned and lifted his loincloth revealing a rather large draconic member standing erect. Sara's eyes went wide at seeing the member, and struggled against her bonds as the realization of what he was going to do to her hit.

As she felt her skirt hiked up and her panties pulled down she began to franticly look around the hut for her father, and seeing him cried out, "Father, I'm sorry. I won't go there again. Please don't let them do this to me, please. Father!" With tears streaming down her face. Her father just looked away, not being able to watch his daughter be raped. Sara felt the member press against her virgin entrance and her struggles became more frantic. The protector grabbed her hips, and with one solid motion, thrust into her; tearing her open and taking her virginity in one thrust. Sara screamed as fresh pain assaulted her senses and he began to thrust in to her roughly over and over. As the assault on her continued, she became dead to the world around her but the pain was constant and overpowering as the blood continued to drip from her eye. The dragon roared and thrusted into her roughly, and Sara felt something warm splash into her and run down her thighs to puddle on the ground underneath her.. She felt her hips released and she slumped to the ground, and she finally passed out from the pain, and wrapped in a comforting fog of nothingness. . .

When she woke, she found herself miles away from the village, in a section of woods unknown to her. She stood and looked herself over and found her eye and the place between her legs still ached horribly as well as her legs being covered in her dried blood and a strange white substance that, to her sensitive nose, smelled horrible. As she sot a stream to wash herself off, she made a pact to herself that no one would ever take advantage of her ever again and she would never be as helpless as she was before. She looked at the horizon and began walking to her future, wondering how an outcast could have a destiny like the voice had said, but no matter what, she would always remember. . .

As the memory left her, she found herself crying with tears streaming down either side of her snout. She wiped her eyes and looked out at the window at the brightening horizon she couldn't help but smile at all the friends she had met along the way and was going to make.