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Jarrod...it's him.

There he is, standing before me. A dragon the likes of which I've never seen before (given, as I've only ever seen one up close, that's not a lot said.). He towers above us, above Tana herself, his body sculpted in powerful muscles and black scales. His red, bloodthirsty eyes dig their gaze deep into the souls of the men and women in this cavern, including myself. Even as I try to block it out, his influece on me is more than visible, as I'm barely on my own two feet.

"H-Hra'kul.."

The name comes to my lips almost instantly. A dragon of that size, so foreboding and vicious, it has to be him. Tana is visibly trembling, and not just because of her extensive fatigue; the black monster seems to have a crippling effect on the poor dragoness, her collapsing onto her belly. Hra'kul smiles in a way nothing close to comforting, his many rows of jagged teeth on display.

It would appear my renown procedes me well. Good.

"T-Tana..." I can't find the words to say to her. I'm too riddled with debilitating fear, terrified of what Hra'kul has planned for us. He chuckles at the wounded and unconscious soldiers, and stares at me and my friends.

Well done, mortals. You've made my mission that much simpler.

Some of the vanguards still standing move back into a formation, weapons at the ready. Hra'kul simply chuckles, assaulting their minds once more with his devestating power, twisting and breaking their will to fight. Kneel to me, slaves. The soldiers drop their weapons, their bodies shaking in terror, as they bow to the mighty creature. A look of bemusement crosses his face before he snaps them up, tearing them to pieces in a horrid display of ferocity. I can't bear to look as he swallows their mutilated corpses with a grin. I prefer meals that don't fight back.

The frightened expressions of my allies doesn't compare to the fear within me. Such power, ferociousness...and he's here before us, prepared to do gods know what.

Too long have I tracked this kingdom's pathetic Vanguard. Land by land, I've purged these fools, just as they've purged my kind. His words pulse into my mind, slowly widdling at my willpower. But for every one I slaughter, another would be trained to take his place. So when I had heard that Valora's finest have come to Sol, I knew that would be my time to finish you.

Sigmund's eyes widen in anger and disbelief. "H-how did you track us?!"

It wasn't difficult, The black-scaled dragon replies. Never once was it thought that the realm's greatest 'enemy' was merely hiding in the clouds, right above the noses of the people whom swore to kill me. You've slipped, commander. You've always kept your vanguards separated, but now that they're all here, I can finish them and you in one fell swoop. Then all the others shall follow...

"N-no! I won't let you!" He rises to his feet, but quickly collapses back to the ground, fatigue having sapped his strength. The black dragon's demented laugh echoes through my head, and I feel as if my sanity's about to fail me.

You're weak, mortal. You're no threat to me, not anymore. An orange glow emenates from Hra'kul's throat, and it's at that moment I know what he has fated for Sigmund. Anger towards the man battles with my morality as I decide what I should do. Could I really live with myself if I didn't? I bring my legs forward, leaping into the way of the flaming burst. My scaly hide absorbs the powerful cone of fire as if it were a strong breeze, as I drape myself over Sigmund and take the full blunt force of the attack. When all was over and the smoke settles, he and I are both very much alive, my scales glowing red with heat before cooling to their metallic, green hue. Sigmund opens his eyes, and seeing he's unscathed, he realizes what I've done. "Y-you...you saved my-"

"Don't mention it, asshole." The dragon stares at me with almost a look of shock, before an amused grin reappears.

So, this is the halfling those pitiful Sollans were chasing, hmm? I must say, you made quite the episode for yourself to have brought the Vanguard here. I must applaud you.

I rise from the burning stone around me, standing to my feet with a twinkle of bravery in my eyes amidst my dying fear. If I can withstand something like that, surely I have a chance, right? The dragon can see the shift of my tone, and his gaze narrows ever so slightly. You fancy yourself a hero, I see. But tell me, why defend people who would otherwise shun you? Why save those who only wish you dead?

"B-because...because it's the...the right thing to do!" I state my point with much conviction, but there's something in his words that ring true. Get a hold of yourself, he's just trying to manipulate you. I steel myself, my body still wavering in fear, but I neglect to let it show in my determined expression. "I..I owe it to them!"

You say this now, but what exactly do they owe you_? Nothing. You're a menace to them, an outcast, for bearing our blood; as am I, as is this one here. We owe them nothing, for they owe_ us nothing. They are degenerates, whom, the moment your back has turned, will take every chance possible to end you.

He...he's right. I know I shouldn't believe him, but his words hold value. I spared the lives of Sigmund and his men, and he still slaughtered me where I stood and left me for dead. And here I am now, a fool enough to save his life again. This realization angers me, almost to the point I want to snap the man's neck where he lies, but something in me starts to fight back, like a warning. Something telling me I can't trust Hra'kul. But he speaks an unfortunate truth. No matter what good I'd accomplish, I would still be hunted down and killed. Maybe...

"Jarrod, are you really listening to him?!" Reed barks out at me, which snaps me from my trance. He's got a point, Hra'kul only wants what's good for himself! I can't let him sway me.

SILENCE, worm! The dragon snaps at Reed, making him crawl backwards. The others are still reeling on the ground, the black dragon's will-breaking words clawing at their minds. I can see it in your eyes, in your mind. Did your friends ever understand her like you do? Do you truly believe they care about her as much as you? They'll slaughter you both just like any other of those pathetic mortals. They can't trust you, so why trust them? Simple, is it not?

"Th-they're, I... y-yes...so simple..." His silver tongue eats at my willpower, subtly, but quickly, and I start to truly believe the dragon's words. He's right. I can't trust them. I can't trust any of them besides Hra'kul. He's made me understand now, I can't go back to what I was, only accept what I've become.

Do it, slave. End their insignificant lives. The world will not mourn their loss.

"Yes, my master." I trudge towards my friends, my eyes glazed over in a trance, and I pick up a discarded blade from the floor. It burns of that accursed plant, singing my hand as I hold it. But I mustn't falter, not before my master. I stand over my own father, him unable to move, and I bring the blade up high, ready to pierce his heart.

"J-Jarrod! Snap out of it!" Katrina pleads to deaf ears, my stance unwavering, still ready to strike.

"Jarrod, no!" Loren begs, clawing his way towards me to try to stop this madness.

"Don't do it!" End him. Jarrod, stop! Claim his life. Obey me, now. Do as I instruct!

They're all crying out, words coursing through my mind that are squashed by the unnatural hold the dragon has over me. Until one voice finally prevails out of all of them:

"Jarrod...my son. this isn't right."

It's my mother's voice. The darker presence in my head tries to drown her out, but her voice continues to speak to me.

"Do not let him use you. You are stronger than this, Jarrod, and stronger still with the love of your friends, your father. Of me, of Tana. Do not listen to the words of the serpent's tongue, lest you be poisoned by his fangs."

I stand paralyzed, thousands of thoughts rushing through my addled mind at once, all being suppressed by the trance-like hold Hra'kul has instilled in my psyche. He's becoming impatient, scaly brow twitching as I hesitate.

"You can still stop him, son. You can save them."

I shake my head rapidly, the dark trance I'm under breaking slightly. "I.. I..."

Hra'kul roars out at me, trying to force my mind under his control once more. I am not to be ignored, halfling. Do as your master comma-

"N-NO!" I turn myself and throw the blade at Hra'kul with incredible force. He deftly avoids being pierced through the skull, but the blade slices through one of his ebony horns, forcing a cry of pained rage from the mighty creature. The blackened bone falls to the stoney floor, the point of which it being cleaved bubbling and sizzling from the blade's poisoned properties. He retaliates by bashing me into the rock face with his spiked tail, lowering his gaze to me with furious red eyes.

You should have listened to me, halfling. You could have been my loyal servant, but instead, you choose to be made an example of.

His tail pushes at my sturdy form, crushing me against the craggy walls with the sheer weight and power his body possesses. I can feel something within me starting to give out, bones fit to break, before Tana slams into Hra'kul with newfound courage. You will not hurt him!

_You DARE to defy me, whore! _ Hra'kul is quick to fight back, and as his whole body forces itself into hers, I slump to the ground, having had all will to fight crushed from my body. The fight between Tana and Hra'kul comes to a sudden close as the larger, stronger black dragon gains an upper hand over the willful dragoness very quickly. He has her forced to the floor, his entire weight sprawled above her. _ Seems I must make an example of you as well, darling thing. ** _He takes a quick sniff of Tana, and an evil grin wraps across his toothy muzzle. _ **And it appears I know just how to do so. _ Hra'kul starts to push Tana down onto her belly, his scaly slit opening up to reveal a massive, knotted dragon-cock, rubbing at her vent. So rare to find one such as you, in the prime of their mating cycle. He rubs his tapered tip across the folds of her steaming cloaca, sending shivers across her. But this doesn't stop her from trying to fight back against the black dragon's weight. Struggle, I insist. I'll only enjoy this more.

I fight to make my stubborn, agonized form work, but the pain keeps begging me to stop. I lay on the ground helplessly, as I watch Hra'kul prepare to rape Tana. "P-please...don't...ungh....don't do this!"

The time to beg for my mercy has long passed, insolent halfling. He decides that the foreplay is over, having reduced Tana to a puddle of sweat and juices. He rams his horrifically large shaft into her, biting down onto her neck to ensure she doesn't get brave. You will submit to me** , whore, and in turn you will bear my eggs. Such as your duty to our race.**

Gods, no...p-please..

I can't bear myself to stand the sight of it. The one I swore to protect, reduced to breeding cattle. I struggle with my cumpled form once more, to no avail. The black beast rams and thrusts himself deeper into Tana, her whimpering and pleading him to stop. But nothing will deter him from his need to insemenate her, and I, as well as Tana, are well aware of this.

As I struggle to get to my feet, Reed and the others are very well incapacitated themselves. Reed struggles to resist the dragon's influence, finally gaining control of his arm. He reaches for the very blade he wrenched from my body, and with his last ounce of strength, throws it to me, nodding his head shakily. I know what I have to do.

Hra'kul slams himself into Tana's breeding hole repeatedly, a wet slapping of scales and flesh echoing across the cavern walls, announcing his coming ever closer to filling her with his corrupt seed. Tears run down the red dragoness' face, as her head slumps to the ground. She's given up, but I haven't. I feel a newfound determination course through my veins, invigorating me to press forward despite my unending pain. one foot forward at a time, slowly approaching the entwined creatures, gripping the hilt of the dragonslayer's dagger as it burns at my skin. The pain is immeasurable; it feels like my entire body is screaming out for me to stop, to give in. But if I don't stop Hra'kul, who will? I roam near the forceful black dragon's body, my footsteps drowned out by the bucking hips and pleasured roars of Hra'kul forcing his might upon poor Tana. I can't find a safe place to strike at his vital organs, nor can I risk startling him with his turgid shaft so close to impregnating Tana.

His turgid shaft...

That's it!

I rush forward with renewed vigor, and leap forwards at Hra'kul, him caught off guard. I thrust the serrated edge of the dagger into his pulsing member, his roars of pleasure quickly turning to ones of anguish, as he's unable to reach me to throw me off. Tana senses Hra'kul's pain, and quickly takes advantage. She wraps her tail around his waist, keeping his reach as far as possible from me. He shakes back and forth ,but being stuck in Tana's gripping vent and now having been turned upon by the dragoness, he's unable to stop me. I yank the blade downwards, tearing his dragonhood agape, a flood of his pent-up semen and blood rushing out onto the cave floor. With one final pull, I bring the dagger all the way down, dismembering his shaft in another spray of blood.

NO! NOOO! Hra'kul is thrown across the cavern, a crumbling of rocks from the roof coming down on top of him. Shaking off the debris, he stares at me and Tana, before grinning and turning to the others and Sigmund's men. If I can't have a legacy, I'll have a roast !

He emanates a very familiar orange glow in his throat, and I'm too far away to do anything about it as Hra'kul lets loose a gout of flame. Luckily, Tana lets out one of her own, impacting with his and redirecting it out the throat of the cavern. He roars out at being denied his revenge, and Tana meets that roar with a triumphant cry. The last that's seen of Hra'kul is taking wing out the scorched tunnels, leaving a trail of blood in his wake, but his unearthly thoughts still remain moments longer.

No matter! I'll still burn this kingdom to ashes, and we'll see then who's truly won this day!

---

Some time passes, and the dragon's corrupt hold on the others starts to wane. Katrina helps father to hid feet, while Reed goes to check on Loren. Those still alive of Sigmund's men form up into a formation in front of the battered veteran of war. I walk over towards him, and the same look of shock from when I saved him returns to his face. His men seem poised to strike, before he holds his arm up in protest, and they lower their weapons.

"I was...wrong about you, half-breed." Sigmund obviously looks pained saying it, but there's sincerity in his voice nonetheless. "I must thank you for saving my life. Perhaps it is as you said, er...Jarrod, is it?"

"Yes, and you're welcome." I stride towards Tana, who still stands very cross-legged, but otherwise victorious. "I..I'm sorry, Tana."

Don't be. Hra'kul is formidable. She leans down to lick at me once more, me tasting of spooge and dragon blood. I wrap my arms around her to comfort the victimized dragoness, her purring in a sense at my presence. The commander comes forward to grab my attention.

"Jarrod, We still have a problem. Hra'kul is alive, and while he may have been...err, weakened," Sigmund says whilst trying to avoid eye contact with the dismembered dragon dong, "he'll surely pose a threat to Valora. We have to go after him."

I nod, and turn towards the others. "Father, you and my friends have gone through living hell to help me fix my mistake. I can't ask for you to aid me further."

"If you think you're getting rid of us that easily, Jarrod," Katrina says rather wittily, "then you're insane."

"We're seeing this through to the end, son." My father quickly adds.

Loren's draped over Reed's shoulder, but still nods alongside my father and Kat. "We're with you, Jarrod."

I can't have asked for better friends.

---

Me, my allies, and the Vanguard all come to the mouth of the cave, and under the night sky, we see a bright orange light in the distance. Fear races through us as we all run out of the forest to see Sol in flames.

Hra'kul is on the attack.