"Why are you here, pretty mortal? Are you my sacrifice?" Chaahana, the naga goddess of Arathia, asked, her eyes glowing in the dark of her cave, staring at the little human amongst this year's sacrifices. The human had been dressed in opulent robes and adorned in gold and silver, a clear sign that the little mortal was meant to be sacrificial.

Had the mortals finally given her one of their own as a sacrifice? The mortal was pretty, a fitting sacrifice. She was well pleased.

"Hmm... I like you..." Chaahana grinned a fang-laced smile, curling her massive tail around the pretty mortal's body, ready to whisk them away to her home.