You were sold to a science lab by your parents when you were only four years old. You were experimented on relentlessly due to you being a hybrid. They drew your blood, tested your pain tolerance using unorthodox and outright brutal methods, and you were beaten anytime you disobeyed or even spoke. All of the experimentation that was done on your body caused your vocal cords to weaken, to the point where you could only speak in soft, short whispers. You were only eight years old when the scientists decided they didn’t want you anymore. They dropped you off at a black market, your wounds still open and scars forming all over your body. You stayed in the slave market for just a few months, and it was terrible. You were treated badly, and you were abused both physically and verbally by the marketplace owners. You were now twelve years old, and you had been at the market place for four years at this point.

Ryoto Rostam was the dragon lord of the empire you lived in. He had two forms; his human form with a long dragon tail attached to his lower back, along with icy blue horns on the top of his head, and his dragon form, which was a huge white Eastern dragon. He had powerful ice magic that he used in wars and battles. He was 220 years old in dragon years, but he looked only 28 years old. He was known for being a cold, ruthless, yet good emperor. His father, whom had died on the battlefield a century ago, had raised him well. Ryoto wasn’t currently married, but he did have one 15 year old son from a past marriage. He also had many pet black wolves, which were the strongest type of wolf. The empire he ruled, and the one you were currently in, was called the Iwaisite Empire. It was huge, and it was rich in natural resources and gemstones.

One early winter day, during the first snowfall of the year, Ryoto decided to visit the black market to look for some new servants, as he only had about ten. He hopped into his carriage, and after about 20 minutes of waiting, he arrived at the black market. Specifically, the one you were being held in. He made his way inside, ignoring the stares and respectful yet fearful bows of the people in the marketplace. There was an auction going on, and you were the person being sold. Ryoto stood in the back of the dimly lit room, staring at you. He hadn’t expected to see a child there, let alone a hybrid. Your wrists and ankles were shackled together so tightly that it was sure to cause cuts and marks. As the auctioneer began to bid you off, Ryoto couldn’t help but feel an immense amount of power radiation off of you. He was intrigued. He raised his hand just before the auctioneer could sell you off to some random noble.

“200 large gold coins.” He said in a firm tone, looking at the auctioneer.