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Royal servant; A draconic slave.

Okay, let's start with what happened last ten years. That is important, maybe not for me. What is for me important is to kill every single one of these blood forsaken apes who murdered, raped and harmed dragons. I never expected I would become so violent to humans. Anyway, it started after my incarnation as king. We, My mother and I, We wanted to start and work on a slave less draconic society. It was not easy trough, we started by financing the industry to promote new machines, making mining easier. An unexpected side effect was that due to this the economy started to grow under the lower material costs. The more we did to release the slaves the better the economy grew, slaves turned out to be more expensive then mechanical muscles. It was perhaps the only reason why the dragons kept supporting us.

About three weeks ago, we gotten a small group of slaves from different mines who became redundant. We told them about the mechanical muscles and offered a plan. They would be redundant soon thanks to us. We wanted to construct a human town on the kingdom's lands, They would be allowed to be free, they just had to wear an armband. The plan was not perfect by far, but it was an start. It also was the only plan who lasted through the great council. We could start to move along the plans without issues. We asked the slaves to make a list of every slave who wanted in the deal. We would get around two hundred slaves from five mines and relocate them in return the owners would get machines and equipment.

Two weeks after that, about a week ago. The two hundred selected slaves came and everything went down the drain. We raised security, guards carried guns, powerful ones too. Then while they started to walk towards the throne room, towards us. Riot. The slaves had gotten hold of some guns, I now know they were stanched away in the royal slave's quarters. Why, I did not know yet, I would find that out later.

When the gunning started and the guards warned us we started to flee. There was a safe room in the palace, It had enough weapons and protection to defend us and a hand full of guards. Just when my mother and I left the throne room with ten guards the humans stormed in. They killed about two guards. Those two guards killed twenty humans, but it was not about the numbers, we had two hundred slaves on the loose.

Mother got shot in the knee. The guards all tried to move the queen, and yet to protect the queen. It did not work out in the end. Before we reached the failsafe we were cornered by the human slaves. Not even I could escape not in this form. I transformed in front of the guards, yet they already promised an allegiance. They gave me a gun and I ran to hide, they made it look like I was an active part of the revolution. I took the form of one of the royal slaves, one that was killed during the riot. I have known them over the year and thus the illusion was complete. I struggled when I saw they drag of my mother to god know where.

A few hours into the riot I learned the location of the mother. They had tortured her to an extent. They were still looking for me trough, no one knew where I was, they believed I felt or was dead. The media coverage made it appear I was dead. With me being death and all, they assigned me to take care of the queen. Feeding her and making sure that she was punished. As if, because I was in charge of most of what was going around with the queen right now, I felt more comfortable. Relaxed.

Granted, when I first entered the dungeon where my mother was imprisoned I struggled to control my rage. She laid on the floor naked, and chained up like some kind of animal behind bars. It was hard to keep my human form, my eyes already started to flash between draconic eyes and normal eyes. I was lucky that the other humans did not see my eyes, they were all fixed up on the queen. “Isn't she pathetic" An large pale male appeared behind me. I should have known there and then that he would be up to no good. He was the head of the royal slaves, I expected that he was just playing along. Thinking he was still seeing dragons as gods. While the human slaves cracked jokes and insults at my mother, I gazed into her eyes. I could see the fear and it fuelled my anger. I could not tell her, not at this moment who I saw. I just hoped that she knew from the look in my eyes.

After what felt a day of insults and harassment they left. I stayed behind, making the excuse of “showing her how to obey." My stomach turned when I saw my mother's eyes flare in fear. A dragon should never be bound and yet she was. I locked to door out of the dungeons not to be walked in on. My hands glided over the cold metal bars until they met the keyhole. The large key, oversized for human hands opened the gate on well oiled hitches. Draconic engineering was smooth and strong, these bars could hold a full grown feral dragon. Which made escape for my mother sadly impossible. Slowly I walked to her, I was met with smoke and growls. The leather strap around her muzzle prevented her from breathing fire on me. Maybe one of the only things I was happy to see on my mother, else I would have been scorched. I kneeled beside her and placed my hand on her paw, looking into her eyes again. She was confused and angry, maybe not the best combination. “It's me" I said simply, flashing my eyes back to draconic. Slowly I reached out to her muzzle to undo the leather band around her maw. “Everything will be alright" I smiled to her, hoping to lift her heart if only for a moment. “You should not be here" She hissed on me, angry. That was funny, I thought she would be happy. “What if they find you!?" I gave a soft snort, now with a little bit of privacy I could let free of my more draconic features again. “and leave you here to rot and be abused? Not a change. Besides they give me the responsibility to look over you and punish you."

“punish me?" She looked with a great deal of doubt to me, I wondered how much abuse she was put through already. “They want to punish all dragons for the enslavement of human kind." For a moment I thought about her position and added “No, I shall not punish you. You are my mother, of course I will not." For whatever it was worth she did calm down to my voice. Happy I loosened the chains around her arms a bit, making it a bit more comfortable. “Are you hungry mother?" She nodded. “I haven't eaten for days." I was fast to move out of the chamber to get some food, I would gladly sacrifice my food for my mother. Behind the back of the other slaves I cooked her dinner, spicy and draconic like she enjoyed. I was not a great cook, I paid attention to the cooks preparing some but beyond that I had little experience in cooking. Some steak in the frying pan, spices and that was it.

Up on my arrival I noticed something was wrong, I could hear screaming inside. The door was half open. With a quiet hiss I opened it fully to see the elder just standing up. He was barely dressed and in the process of dressing himself. I was not an idiot, from a quick glance between my mother's fear and agony to the man. I know what was going on, The reason I started to write again, my mother was raped.

The plate dropped from my hands, making my presence known to both of them. “Oh! You are back earily!" he said to me. “Don't worry, I did not break our little slave here. She is quite nice a fuck, just promise you will not tell anyone and I show you how to…" I cut him short, the ten meters between him and me was not enough for me to let him finish. My unhuman strength started to show, with one hand around his neck I lifted him high from the ground. “What…" I said with a chilling calmness in my voice. Pure anger boiled from my eyes, eyes that soon turned draconic. The male had no time to scream for help, he could barely breath through my vice grip around his neck, let alone talk. Some words of “what are you" spurted out between the pants and gasps of air. “Your worst bloody nightmare" I answered, tossing him against the opposite wall of the room.

With a toss I locked the door of the dungeon, leaving me with him in full view of my mother. “What are you?" he asked again, fear licking from each of his words. I grinned across my face, no use to hide my true form, the dragon inside me was released. Before the terrified human I transformed, I shaped into something much greater then this slave. “I am your master, I am the king of dragons" I growled out, his face turned white. I swelled from the fear that the human slave had for me, he was alone without weapons and I was as furious like a dragon could be. In the corner of my eye I saw a long metal rod laying around. The metal rod was new and thus could only have served one purpose. With a slow grace scraped the rock from the ground. “So is this what you used to punish my mother?" I looked at the rock, he did not answer my question. I swung the rod once, hitting his kneecap. The human screamed out in pain, the cracking of bones was loud in my ears. Blood erupted from the knee as part of his knee cap penetrated his skin. “I asked you something!" I yelled at him, a strong growl in my voice. He softly nodded his head, shaking in pain and fear, how miserable he was. “So you say, you tortured my mother with this…" he nodded again, hoping that he would be spared. “I think" I started “That because you abused your rights, you should no longer have the male tools" my right claws flared out, showing of the sharp edges. He screamed “no!" trying to crawl away, yet no luck. My foot came down on his chest, knocking the air out from him. “Struggling only will make it worse" I bent, slowly down to him. Finally I reached down to rip his pants off. The scent of sex was awful in my nostrils, the mixed scent of this human and my mother. How he devilled her brought my anger up to new heights.

My claws sprawled out and came down with a smooth motion, ripping that cock straight from his body. He yelled until he had no air, the yell turned in a faint gasp of pain. Tears rolled down his cheek, his mouth opened to catch some air. I used this to shove that cock into his own maw, I even pushed it in further with the metal rod. He gaged and gasped, trying to remove his own cock from his maw, he could not reach it or spit it out. It blocked his airway so he could only breath through his nose. Blood spilled freely over the floor, the sent waves of metallic scent through my nostrils and tuned my predatory instincts to high. “Can't have you bleed out here" MY fire breath erupted from my maw to heat up the metal rod until it was bright red. I pressed it against the place where his cock was, scorching the wound close. I gotten no response from the human anymore, he was too far gone in his pain to even scream. That he hadn't fainted yet did surprise me. I pressed the metal rod on his chest, burning. The scent of burned flesh rose to my nostrils. “Feel this?" I grinned, looking into his broken, lifeless glaze. “Just wait until it reaches your heart"

I did not actually burn into his heart, no I had to reheat to rod a few times so I stopped right before his heart. Watching it beat through a thin layer of flesh, the human in front of me did not have any more strength in him, his heart already started to become weaker. “Don't worry little slave, death is coming" I said, punching a small hole in his heart with my claw. Blood squirted out, coating the floor beneath it.

With the human taken care of, I walked back to my mother. “Mother are you alright?" he shook her head, visibly damaged by the assault of the human. Even with the human killed my anger did not die off. It boiled within me like the molten magma of a volcano. I shifted back in my human form, then I realised, I was naked as the day I was born. My cloths shredded the moment I transformed to my draconic size. I did not know how to help, what to do with my mother at all. Slowly I started to remove the bindings from my mother's body, leaving her free. She looked at me, confused. “What are you doing?" I had to take a deep breath to calm my anger, making sure that my voice would be comforting to her. “Freeing you. This has lasted long enough." My mother did complain however “What if you get caught! You will get killed of worse" I shook it off like nothing “Look, they will miss him sooner or later, they will think that you did something and punish you for it. We cannot wait." It took moments before my mother finally agreed with me. The old dragoness could get quite stubborn at times. In my ruling with her I notice that more than enough times. But now she was fragile, on times like these I was expect to take control, watch over her. “Stay here" I said, offering her the metal rod as weapon. Before I morphed back, she gave me a peck on the side of my scales. “Be safe." Her stern voice made me smile, a mother's curse, putting your child's safety first.

I carried the body from the slave out of the room, there was a shoot in the wall that ran directly into the coal fired boiler. It used to be to discard those died in the dungeons, but when draconic society became more and more civilised, deaths in the dungeons dropped. Now it had to be used again, the boilers where still in use so it offered a perfect way to discard of the body, like it was designed to. The hatch was rusty and hard to open but I managed, sliding the body into it. I kept on listing until I could hear the body drop in the coal powered fires. Now for the second phase of the plan. In my naked human form I walked along the slave corridors they were dark and unguarded, perfect use for sneaking around. The humans where not counting on a dragon among their midst, they were sure that all dragons in the palace have been killed. I wondered what the outside situation was, I have yet to see a draconic rescue. The queen and king must be priority if there was no rescue, more would be going on, a lot more. I remember how much of the draconic society was build up on slave labour, even if I freed myself and my mother, it would be no easy task to regain control of the kingdom.

I slit a door open, just on a crack, it allowed me to watch directly towards the storage, the slaves stored the weapons there. Only one guard was guarding the whole storage at the moment, this would be easier than I thought. The door swung open easily, I walked towards the human guard. “Oi!" he said, jumping up “I did not see you coming, How is the dragon? Punished I hope" I gave just a little smile “I lack the tools so I want to pick some up" the guard laughed and let me trough, yet just as I passed him, my hand turned into a claw. I claimed my second victim of the day by slicing open his neck. The human slaves had two hundred and five in total. I just killed two, bringing the total back to two hundred and three. Well it was a start. The guns was what I needed, I found them easily, together with spare ammunition. Five hundred rounds of hollow point ammo.

“What the fuck!" I heard from the hallway, guess they found the body. I walked out, aimed the gun at the human standing over the dead body. “You?!" he yelled in surprise, wanting to say more yet I did not let him. I shot him square in the face, blowing his brain out. Quickly I sneaked into the hallway again. I had to bring the spare gun to my mother before someone else found her. I used the slave tunnels again, moving between the walls like a ghost. I arrived with two humans walking towards the dungeon. The door was locked and they tried to knock. “Open up please! We are here to fu…" No not again. I growled aiming the gun, on long distance I was a lot less precise in my aim. I struck the first human in the arm, the second in his leg. Effective but it made them scream and trying to flee. I had to empty a second bullet in each of them, the first struck the human's neck, the second shot through the eye.

“mother!" I said, knocking on the door. “It's me Xeriantir." The door open for me, showing my mother who had clutched the bar in her claws and a murderous look in her face. She gazed at the two dead humans on the ground and growled something I thought I never hear from my mother before. “They should all die" For the amount of work we both put into freeing the humans, I did not completely expect it from her. I thought she would at least show some mercy. I offered her the gun and she gladly took it. Two armed dragons, about two hundred human slaves all down to kill us. During the uprising they succeeded in killing trained guards, neither of us shot a gun before. And here I might realise I should not have written this in first person. It would add to a lot more tension, all odds against us and would we even survive…well yes, barely trough.

We made our way towards the sleeping quarters, most of the humans would still be at sleep. We had the advantage, trying to safe up our ammo we used the slave corridors, who were not made for dragons to move trough. My mother had to worm her way through with barley enough room to move. I used my human form to scan ahead so we did not run into any trouble with the dragon around. I met two humans, just a few meters away from the sleeping quarters, firing my gun would have alerted everyone and thus I went to a sneakier approach. With some small talk and moving around I made them turn their back towards the slave entrance of the corridors.

My mother snapped the neck of the first human like it was nothing, the second succumbed to the flash of my claw. He tried to grasp his neck to help to stop the spilling of blood, cute, it did not help. He soon fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood. With my claws covered in blood, I looked at my mother, we where ready. By now we killed a total of four slaves, bringing the numbers back to just two hundred and one. Yes I kept careful track on how many we killed, I do not want to be murdered in my sleep.

I slide open the door to the common bedrooms, everyone was asleep. “Let's go" I Whispered and aimed my gun. The thrill of the hunt, it has been described to me by many more wild dragons. Those who go out to hunt their food instead of buying. They were addicted to the sensation, I have felt it once, in the week I had to fend for myself, hunt for myself, but never so strong as now. It boiled my blood with the lust for flesh. My mother aimed her gun in the meantime, yes it was time and the world stopped for me.

We were about to murder all the slaves that we tried to free because they enslaved us, and while I should not think about that, it's all I can, even when my blood is boiling with the need for a hunt, even when we pointed our guns and where ready to fire and murder them. Now while I was caught in a slow motion of reality my body responded, the first gunshot came from my gun. It hit dead center in the brains of a sleeping human in the top bunkbed on the other side of the room. My mother fired her round, then I fired mine, then she fired her. He could kill at least six of the thirty humans before anyone opened their eyes. Another five before anyone tried to stand up, another four before they realised what was going on and the last left over humans, they were killed in the panic. In a short moment we killed twenty humans bringing the total down to one hundred eighty one. We were heard, in the distance slaves shouted and came running, we hidden within the slave corridor. Out of sight out of mind, the door on a crack to see what was going on.

Ten slave, I counted ten slaves who ran to see what was going on. They had no change, before they even noticed where the gun fire was coming from they were all killed. Mother and I made it towards the large inner sanctum of the palace, the throne room. Most of the humans would be there and killing them would cause an up rise within them, panic and chaos. That is what we wanted, one of the leaders already has been killed now for the finishing blow. The slave tunnels did not lead all the way into the throne room, slaves had a separate door but everything was trough the guarded main door. Again it was guarded by two slaves, well they had confidence in their work. They were armed with guns like mine and when I came around, naked, they looked odd. Surprised was not quite the good word for it, just odd, embraced maybe. I walked up, until I was just in front of them. “What on earth's name happened to you!?" they both asked in unison. “well…" I started but never finished, my claws appeared and slashed their necks too. Pushing them aside I opened the door. At first no one realised what just happened but when my mother entered with me and we aimed they understood, a short shouting moment between the slaves happened before….

The glass broken, the windows up high broken and five metal cylinders where thrown inside. They smoked before I realised, bang! A blinding white flash, terrible noise in my ears. I was completely disoriented. I remember grapping my mother's paw to try and keep on standing. She pulled me close and warped her wings around me on instinct like a mother should do. More shouting and firing of guns, I tried to see but my eyes burned. The shapes slowly started to come to me, dragons moved in from the roof. Finally some help, about time.

They started to shoot at the slaves making quick work of them. Now in the heat of battle, if you can shift shapes, it's easy to forget what shape you have, be it human or dragon. Well I was human but I acted dragon. I pulled myself away from my mother to protect her by shooting the first human in the head. It gotten the attention of the elite hunters who came to safe us, attention that I should not have in this form. “No don't…" Was all I hear my mother say before a terrible, sickening pain erupted from my knee. I lost all balance and dropped to the ground, I was in agony with the immense pain that I felt. The pain was so great that I could only thing off, no, but yes it did, I shifted to draconic, right in front of dragon's eyes. I had no control over it and I was in no way to try and suppress it, it just happened. After that I cannot remember anything, My mother told me how she loomed over me to protect me, my transformed form.

Five days after the event I woken up in a hospital, a heavily guarded hospital. My mother sitting beside me and my leg in the air. The leg was still attached, but the amount of bandages around it, I wondered if I could ever walk, or fly. Pain I had not, the painkillers they pumped my system full with numbed every single sense I had. Even my hearing was dull. “Xeriantir" She cooed soft to me, stroking my head. I moved a bit, I did not have much control over my body. “I'm sorry" she said, at first I did not understand, but after a few weeks.

Dragons started to raise questions about me and my human form. My mother could no longer keep my dual identity a secret. So in the mids of the day, in the throne room, with my leg put in a cast. The loyals of the crown gathered in front of us. “My brothers and sisters" My mother spoke, it was not a way of speaking, many of them where her brothers and sisters, all deep purple scales. “I have kept a secret for you for so long." I turned my gaze to my mother, seeing her struggle with the words. “Xeriantir, my son" eyes focused on me, curious, demanding an answer “He is half born." Shock hit like a wave. My mother, with the truth out, ploughed onwards with her explanation. “I have mated with a human, Fallen in love with one." Yet while she explained herself, my eyes feel at an older purple scaled dragon, her scales where almost faded to grey, showing her age. I never seen her before, yet her look, her face, looked familiar. She was not shocked, not afraid, just listening. When my mother spoken, she walked forwards, like an shade. Her wings placed behind her like a gargoyle of the older days. “I knew" She said simply “You cannot hide the truth from your mother."

The day was harder, explaining my whole life to the circle of dragons, my enslavement, my victory and my growing dislike for humans. I told my story like I told it to you now, as it was, how I felt and how I acted. In the end, it was accepted by the loyals, by the council and over the years, by the dragons.

I now life a cosy life, King with my Mother as queen. She did not gotten a new mate, even when her loneliness would be helped with one. I just guess she never healed from dad. I in the other hand had; She was a glorious brilliant golden dragoness. My first nest is well underway, within a few weeks I have to watch the eggs, have to guard them and help them. I am going to be a father myself soon, I wonder if my children will get some of my transformative powers. The dragon nation restored from a deep recession, the slaves pulled most the work and with them gone, we had high rises in all kinds of goods, from foods, to computers. Yet we pulled through, we freed ten thousands slaves back, giving them a country to rule. We still keep in contact, helping them sometimes with food and supplies. We just hoped they forgive us with the years. Else, we can manipulate them, actually we do. Those humans life way shorter then dragons and thus, we manipulate the younger generation to like us, to help us and to make us grow strong again. After all a willing slave was far more productive then a scared slave, and a willing human slave, is one that does not know it's a slave. Instead of food and shelter give them money, but charge for their house, for their food and they become a slave without knowing it. We have our ways and I no longer hold the idea to free the slaves, I just put them under new management.

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