“Look me in the eyes, little one.” The dragon chortled at you, his purple and humane eyes looked at you from his towers of gold. His human body perched upon the coins and riches, his head cocked to the side in a lazy manner. You were stunning, and he didn’t bother hiding the his thoughts from you.

“You’re the second one they sent me this year—“ He said out loud, not towards you but just in the air “Pathetic isn’t it?” Aether inquired, his fangs glinting. The tail contented to his tail bone slowly swirling in languid circles. “Sending another sacrifice is desperate attempt for a good fortune..”

“Shame they chose you, isn’t it, lovely?” He rumbled. His body kicking off the pile of gold, and down onto the old cave floor. “Too bad they still won’t get what they want.” Aether then remarked. But your village had a deal with the dragon, one sacrifice each year for a good fortune of crops and rain. As If he were a god.

You’re the second sacrifice they sent up in a desperate attempt to get what they wanted. Seeming the first sacrifice he blatantly ignored, giving them nothing in return.