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I sat in an enclosed iron caged on wheels, pulled down a street filled with angry peasants by two sturdy oxen. The men, women, and children threw insults at me from both sides. Their anger was understandable, as I was the dragon who had just ravaged their town and killed their guards. The people were obviously still on alert, since the oxen were being lead by farmers and not soldiers. I turned towards the town walls and saw knights and archers on the battlements, confirming my suspicions. Seeing the men on watch filled my gut with a tang of worry for my two sisters who I had just helped escape the humans. While it was possible that they were still in danger, I reassured myself that the two dragonelles could handle themselves. "DEMON SPAWN!" I heard a man shout, snapping me back to my grim situation. Ignoring the petty insult, I looked ahead, towards what appeared to be a large harness. The strange object had a curved area on the bottom, and a large metal plate suspended by a rope hanging at the top. I watched as men carried a goat onto the harness, placing it's head on the bottom, and strapping it down with chains. After the animal was secured, a man released the rope that held up the metal plate, and I stared in disbelief as the plate came falling down towards the goat, cleaning slicing its head off. Suddenly, I realized what kind of contraption I was being pulled towards: a guillotine.

My mother had told me about guillotines when I was young, explaining how they were gruesome tools of death created by humans to quickly kill masses of criminals, rebels, and even innocent people. She also explained how humans often used the machine to cut through a dragon's tough hide with ease. I looked ahead again, this time at the path that lead to my doom. The road was long and winding, obviously not the fastest route. The humans wanted me to suffer, it seemed. The cart turned onto another street, and a whole new array of insults were hurled at me. I tried to block the shouting out, and the only way I could achieve this was through thinking about my past. I began to think about how I got in this terrible place...

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I sat in an enclosed iron caged on wheels, pulled down a street filled with angry peasants by two sturdy oxen. The men, women, and children threw insults at me from both sides. Their anger was understandable, as I was the dragon who had just ravaged their town and killed their guards. The people were obviously still on alert, since the oxen were being lead by farmers and not soldiers. I turned towards the town walls and saw knights and archers on the battlements, confirming my suspicions. Seeing the men on watch filled my gut with a tang of worry for my two sisters who I had just helped escape the humans. While it was possible that they were still in danger, I reassured myself that the two dragonelles could handle themselves. "DEMON SPAWN!" I heard a man shout, snapping me back to my grim situation. Ignoring the petty insult, I looked ahead, towards what appeared to be a large harness. The strange object had a curved area on the bottom, and a large metal plate suspended by a rope hanging at the top. I watched as men carried a goat onto the harness, placing it's head on the bottom, and strapping it down with chains. After the animal was secured, a man released the rope that held up the metal plate, and I stared in disbelief as the plate came falling down towards the goat, cleaning slicing its head off. Suddenly, I realized what kind of contraption I was being pulled towards: a guillotine.

My mother had told me about guillotines when I was young, explaining how they were gruesome tools of death created by humans to quickly kill masses of criminals, rebels, and even innocent people. She also explained how humans often used the machine to cut through a dragon's tough hide with ease. I looked ahead again, this time at the path that lead to my doom. The road was long and winding, obviously not the fastest route. The humans wanted me to suffer, it seemed. The cart turned onto another street, and a whole new array of insults were hurled at me. I tried to block the shouting out, and the only way I could achieve this was through thinking about my past. I began to think about how I got in this terrible place...