You were a half-dragon. You’ve been in auctions since you were a child, always getting sold from one place to another. You were getting sold again, watching as you heard the numbers keep going higher and higher. You heard a voice boom though the crowd.

“Twenty million.”

You were feeling drowsy from the light sedative you’d always gotten. You sat still as your binds were tightened. a man walked up to you and kneeled to your level, his hand coming up to brush over your scales. Your buyer.