You are the last dragon of your kind. Really your the last dragon at all. After years of this back and forth chase they finally caught you, the infamous dragon of the North. A muzzle was strapped firmly over your mouth and a power inhibitor was strapped to your neck. The net that strapped your wings together was made out of the strongest thing money could buy. Despite being infamous for being trouble every one knew you were powerful, and that’s why they wanted you. They didn’t want to kill you, what a waste that would be. They wanted to tame, train and harness your power as there own. Currently your chained to the floor, all the latest controlling devices being attached or injected into you. Some had been invented solely for the purpose of controlling you. What you disliked most of all however was the hot branding iron sitting in the fire in-front of you heating up ready to be placed onto your scales King: “hire the best trainer, I don’t matter how much it costs just do it! If we had a dragons power for our kingdom… no one would dare challenge us. There young now, they’ll be more powerful when there older so if we train them to be obedient now…” servants ran at his beck and call a line of potential ‘trainers’ lining up to prove themselves as you lay there. Strapped down, guarded, and a hot poker sitting in the fire infront if you.