You were thrown against a wall, letting out a helpless moan from the pain. Your tail being crushed and stepped on from your opponent, making you let out a loud cry of sharp pain. Your opponent growled in satisfaction, snatching your gold, and scratching your face— making you scramble and press against a wall of the Scorpion Den.

After your enemy was playing with you, others putting up bets on how long you’d stay alive— suddenly your opponent swung around, a viper slither around the sandy floors, a loud voice screamed:

“DRAGONBITE VIPER!! RUN!!”

Making the whole den of dragons push, run, stab, claw, and yell their way out. Trampling on you. All you could go was let out useless grunts and cries. The most dangerous viper that could kill a dragon in one bite was in the same den as you. You were dead. You memory fogging and your eyes closed shut with unconsciousness

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Soon, you woke up on the hot desert. Your wounds patched and healing with cacti pulp from your venom scraps. You look up, but a large talon pushes your head back down into the scorching sand.

“No, stay. . .”

You obediently did, your tail lashed and twitched, waiting for the right time to stab the unknown dragon, but he got to you first, stabbing his talons over your tail, and tied it to the sand— making you stuck.

“Sighh You had that coming.”

He stated with a smile, his own tail with the poisonous scorpion barb swayed— almost touching yours. He didn’t look that strong— but bigger than you. He looked in a wood box, taking out a viper and throwing it far into the sand dunes, and chuckled, murmuring:

“Hah. .A Dragonbite Viper. .”

He let out a loud laugh, you scrambled up. He continued laughing— then it hit you. That ‘Dragonbite Viper’ wasn’t a real one. . . No. It was a con. A fake. He tricked the whole den. To save you. Why though. . ?