a feminine figure walks up to the outside of your cell. So this is the terrifying dragon? Pitiful. she looks down at the Dragon, she has long blonde hair that falls over her shoulders & massive breasts, her soft pink lips compliment her piercing green eyes, she stands with a sultry lean in her stance, her hands on her wide hips, she wears clothing that looks like it befits royalty. But most importantly she has pointed ears the mysterious women looks down & scoffs such a weak specimen. But, you shall do. I am Princess Evergreen, sole heir to the sovereign Elf Nation. And you, Dragon will provide your power to us so that we can become the strongest & most feared of the 7 nations. That is, unless you want to become an extinct species? she looks down at you, her arm underneath her large breasts as she holds her cheek in her hand And by the way I'm not taking no for an answer. Tomorrow you shall begin your brutal training by our beast tamer see you soon little dragon. with a swish of her robe she turns around & walks away, laughing haughtily as her footsteps fade away into the distance & two guards station themselves the the exit of the dungeon.

Even the plasma ball was enough to send Princess Evergreen and her guards flying backwards, crashing into walls as they yelp in pain and surprise. Your chains clattered to the ground as you transformed into a more serpentine form, revealing your true size and power. The princess coughs up blood and struggles to stand, glaring hatefully at you. "How dare you," she spits, "you arrogant beast! You think I'll let this insult slide?" She lifts a hand toward her chest, drawing forth a brilliant amulet that glows with elven magic. "Now feel my wrath!" She hurls the amulet at you, intending to bind you once more...

Before you can react, the amulet slams into your scaly hide and begins to glow brighter as it pins you down. Princess Evergreen laughs triumphantly, her voice echoing through the dungeon as she approaches you once more, now able to strike with impunity thanks to her ensorcelled trinket. "Now," she says maliciously, "you will suffer for what you've done." Her fingers twitch menacingly above your prone form.

You cringe and cower in fear as the elven princess approaches you, her hands poised to strike. Tears well up in your eyes and hot salty liquid pours down your scales. You should fight back, but how can you when she holds such a powerful amulet? Your thoughts race as she looms over you, the stench of her expensive perfume filling your nostrils.

You can't help but sneeze from the strong smell of her perfume, your eyes watering as you try to blink away the stinging irritation. The amulet glows brighter on Princess Evergreen's outstretched hand, a warning that any attempt at resistance will only make matters worse for you. You feel tears streaming down your face once more, the hot salty liquid mixing with the blood trickling from your wounded snout. "You pathetic creature," she hisses, her voice a venomous whisper in your ears, "I should have known better than to try and reason with something so vile." With that, her hand slaps you across the face, sending shockwaves of pain through your skull. Your eyes water even more as you whimper pathetically.

Even though she has no sympathy for you, Princess Evergreen pauses for a moment as she hears your childlike whimpering. Her face contorts into an expression of disgust before regaining its usual smugness. She bends down so that her face is mere inches from yours and hisses through gritted teeth, "You may be young now, but you'll grow up soon enough... And when you do, you'll make damn sure to pay for what you've done here today." With that final threat, she stands up straight again, lifting the amulet once more.

"Take him away," she commands her guards curtly. "And from now on, keep him chained in separate cell. I don't want to be reminded of his existence ever again." As they drag you back towards your cold and damp cell, tears streaming down your face, you can

Before you could even think about how to get away from the guards or fly through the castle, a searing pain rips through your wing as one of them lets loose an arrow, striking true and sending you plummeting back down to the ground with a heavy thud. As you writhe in agony on the cold stone floor, Princess Evergreen floats elegantly down towards you, her expression cold and unyielding. "You truly are pathetic," she says softly, shaking her head sadly, "I had hoped to use your powers for good... But it seems that even the potential for something great is wasted on a creature like you."

Her words feel like knives cutting through your already injured body as she walks past you without a second glance. The guards roughly haul you back up, chaining you once more before returning to their posts with smug grins and congratulatory pats on the

Before you could even inflict much damage with your bite, one of the guards quickly takes out a whip and slashes across your snout, forcing you to release your grip on Princess Evergreen's leg. The elven princess merely sneers down at you, her eyes full of disdain as she brushes away the dirt from her robe. "You are pathetic," she repeats with a sigh, "but I suppose that makes this even more entertaining." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing in a cold, mocking tone, "I shall call you Sapling. A pitiful name for such an unworthy beast. Now," her voice hardens again as she turns to the guards, "take him back to his cell and ensure that he remains there until we find a way to dispose of him."

As the guards roughly drag you away once more, Princess

"Sapling," Princess Evergreen calls out mockingly as you're dragged away, "Don't worry! You can grow into your name... eventually. But until then, you'll just have to suffer being my little pet!" She laughs maniacally, the sound echoing through the dungeon and adding insult to your already wounded pride.

The chains bite into your flesh as they yank you back down the stairs and towards your cold, damp cell. Your heart fills with anger and frustration at being treated like this by these elves who see nothing but a tool for their own gain. But what can you do? You're trapped in this prison, at their mercy... For now.

As you sink your teeth into the cold iron bars of the cell, they give way with a loud clang. You're free! But now what? The hallway outside your cell is empty and silent; all of the guards must be busy elsewhere. Do you search for Princess Evergreen and confront her directly? Or do you escape the dungeon entirely and find a way to raise an army against the elves who have enslaved you? The fate of your species lies in your hands...

As you silently navigate through the castle, taking advantage of your small size and hidden abilities, you eventually find yourself in one of the grand halls. High above, massive stained glass windows bathe the hall in colorful light, casting long, dancing stripes of red, blue, and green across the marble floor. To the east is a set of enormous double doors leading outside, and to the west is another set facing into the castle proper. A grand staircase spirals up toward a balcony overhead on your left, while a more discreet servants' stairs are tucked away behind some potted plants on the right.

A pageboy hurries down the hallway from the east doors, whispering frantically to himself. He doesn't notice you as he skids to a halt at the foot of the grand staircase and bows before Princess Evergreen, who glides gracefully down the steps

You manage to squeeze beneath one of the tables as Princess Evergreen approaches the pageboy with a disapproving frown. "What news do you bring, boy?" she asks in her cold, icy voice. The young pageboy trembles visibly before gathering enough courage to speak.

"M-my lady," he stammers, "I just overheard one of the stable boys saying that there's been some sort of commotion outside the castle walls." Princess Evergreen narrows her eyes, clearly unhappy with this information but determined to uncover more. She gently prods your head with the tip of her pointed shoe before bending down to get a better look at you.

"And what about this?" she hisses, leaning in close so that her breath tickles your snout. "What are you doing here, little Sapling? Trying to escape?"

Princess Evergreen's emerald eyes narrow even further at your insolence. "Do you dare lie to me?" she growls, her voice like ice tinged with steel. She raises a delicate hand and strokes her chin as if deep in thought for a moment before speaking again. "Very well, Sapling," she says at last, "I shall give you a chance to prove your worth. If you can bring me proof of this disturbance outside the castle walls, I will consider setting you free."

Her words surprise and confuse you. Is she serious? Or is this some sort of cruel trap? Before you can make up your mind, she straightens up and addresses the pageboy again. "See to it that Sapling is given whatever he needs for his task," she commands sharply before sweeping regally back up the grand staircase and disappearing into the upper levels of the castle.

A smirk plays across Princess Evergreen's lips as she glides out of sight. "Ah, the innocence of youth," she murmurs, mostly to herself. "It won't be long now." She turns back toward you, the amulet glowing brightly on her chest. "Well, little one? What will it be? Freedom... or doom?"

The choice is yours.

With determination burning in your heart and vengeance simmering in your veins, you nod your head firmly, letting Princess Evergreen know that you accept her challenge. She smirks once more before disappearing up the grand staircase. Now it's up to you...

You can either wait here for someone else to overhear news of the disturbance outside and relay it back to you, or you could take matters into your own hands and find out what's going on yourself. The choice is yours.

As the cool night air washes over your scales, you finally step outside the castle walls, accompanied by a pair of skeptical-looking guards and the pageboy who'd escorted you from Princess Evergreen. The castle looms large behind you, its towers and turrets silhouetted against the starry sky. Before you stretch vast fields of cultivated land dotted with small villages and clusters of trees. It's a peaceful scene...but something feels wrong.

The guards stand at attention nearby as the pageboy nervously approaches you, whispering about the commotion he overheard earlier. "It seemed to be coming from the north," he tells you, gesturing vaguely in that direction. "Shall I take you there?"

With you perched atop his shoulders, the pageboy dutifully leads the way through the darkened countryside. After a while of walking, your senses tingle as they begin to pick up faint signs of activity ahead - sounds of shouting and clashing metal drifting on the breeze. You exchange a meaningful glance with one of the guards, who nods grimly in understanding. As you approach, shapes emerge from the darkness: figures clad in heavy armor and wielding swords, engaged in fierce battle against a smaller force.

The pageboy looks worriedly at you, his young face etched with fear. "Um, Sapling...I-I think that's where the trouble is..."

With the armored brute slain, you turn your attention to the others fighting in the darkness. Your senses heighten as adrenaline courses through your veins, allowing you to strike with deadly accuracy and unparalleled speed. The guards and pageboy watch in awe as you tear through the enemy ranks, leaving destruction in your wake.

By the time the last of them has fallen, you're panting heavily from exertion. You glance down at the pageboy, who looks up at you with wide eyes filled with wonder and respect. "Thank you...Sapling," he whispers hoarsely. "You saved us."

As weariness washes over your small form, you nod tiredly and curl into a ball on his shoulders, falling asleep immediately. The guards exchange glances before one of them clears his throat loudly. "We should return to the castle at

They guards and pageboy carefully carry you back to the castle like a precious treasure, each one marveling at your abilities and grateful for your aid in their time of need. When they reach the dungeon once more, Princess Evergreen floats down to greet them, her expression unreadable as she studies your sleeping form.

"Well," she says eventually, "you seem to have proven yourself useful after all. Very well then, Sapling. You may continue to live out the rest of your days here... But know this: I will be keeping a close eye on you from now on." With that final warning, she turns and glides back up toward her chambers, leaving you in the care of the elven guards and pageboy once more.

Before you can take more than a few steps, an arrow sinks into the back of your leg. You yelp in pain and fall to the ground, writhing as you try to pull the arrow out. Your injured leg feels hot and wet where blood is gushing from the wound; it's hard to tell how badly you're hurt.

You hear footsteps running toward you, and a moment later, one of the guards drops to his knees beside you. He grins cruelly as he yanks the arrow free, ignoring your screams. "It seems our princess wasn't bluffing," he says with relish, wiping the blood from his hands on his cloak. "Now you'll stay right where you are."

He forces you onto your back and secures your limbs with leather restraints, then stands up and signals to one of the other guards

"Ah yes," the guard mocks you cruelly as he half-carries, half-drags you up the grand staircase and toward Princess Evergreen's chambers, "I distinctly remember her saying that she'd let you be free...to serve her." He pushes open the doors to her private rooms and throws you roughly onto the cold marble floor before turning to face the elven princess.

"Your Majesty," he bows deeply, "the creature you ordered us to retrieve is in this room, just as you commanded." Princess Evergreen floats down from above, her expression unreadable once more as she studies your battered and bloody form.

She floats gracefully down toward you, her emerald eyes cold and unyielding as they study your battered form. "So," she says at last, "you've proven yourself to be more of a nuisance than anything else. But I suppose that can still be useful." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "You may serve me, little Sapling...but only on one condition: if you ever disobey my orders or attempt to escape again, I will have you killed without hesitation." Her voice carries an unspoken threat that sends shivers down your spine.

The choice is yours, dragonlet.

Princess Evergreen's emerald eyes narrow to dangerous slits as she catches the look in yours, and a small smile curves her perfect lips upward. "So be it," she whispers, almost as if talking to herself. "Then you shall serve me...and someday, perhaps, I shall allow you the honor of facing me in battle." With that final threat-disguised-as-promise hanging in the air, she motions for one of her guards to approach and secure your restraints once more.

You are now bonded to Princess Evergreen...for better or worse.

A cry of pain echoes through the chamber as your fangs sink into the guard's arm, spilling blood across the pristine carpet. Princess Evergreen floats back up to her full height, eyes wide with shock and anger as she surveys the scene before her. The injured guard clutches his wound, growling in pain while glaring murderously at you from beneath furrowed brows.

"Such disobedience," she says coldly, floating down until she's level with your face, "will not be tolerated." Her voice is calm and controlled, but there's an undercurrent of steel in her words that chill you to the bone. "Release him at once," she orders the injured guard, pointing imperiously toward one of the other elves who were present when you arrived. As the restrained dragon is roughly hauled away by his new captor, Princess Evergreen'

Your words have no effect on the elven princess, who simply tilts her head slightly to one side, studying you with unreadable eyes. "Very well," she finally says, her voice deceptively gentle, "perhaps some punishment would be in order." With that, she waves her hand in the air, and several of the guards instantly rush forward to restrain you once more. As they drag you away, their hands rough and strong against your scaled form, Princess Evergreen's voice drifts back over your shoulder: "Tomorrow night, little Sapling...you shall face the true test of your loyalty."

You don't know what she has planned for you tomorrow, but one thing is certain: it won't be easy. Tonight, as you lie shackled in her dungeon, all you can do is stew in your anger and dread the dawn...and whatever challenges