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"Trapped inside of my mind once again," Fafnir grumbled. "Slain by another once again," Fafnir cursed. "And once again, I am trapped and groveling under the heel of some damned woman!" He continued to scream blasphemies and curses, venting all of his fury into words since he had no other means. For what seemed like hours to pass, Fafnir managed to keep himself occupied on how he would give the woman what she deserved, scheming and plotting on how when he regained his body and he would eat her after tearing her body to shreds. Eventually though, even this mighty and furious dragon had calmed himself and settled into the recesses of his mind. It was just as before when he had woken up. Darkness had swallowed up anything in his sight. Fafnir sighed once more before he settled himself and gave up his mind to the realm of dreaming. Fafnir dreamed of many pleasant and nightmarish things. It was the only distraction he had left to himself as he waited. And waited. And waited....Until he heard a familiar voice, cooing him to rise from his slumber.

Fafnir grumbled and shifted himself to be more comfortable as he laid, wanting to continue to dreaming his world of bliss. Yet ever time he would be interrupted with the gentle voice that called for him. Eventually after being beckoned upon for so long, Fafnir broke from his slumber. He stood up on all four of his powerful limbs, each rippling with muscle. He leaned forward, nearly digging his muzzle into the ground as he stretched and dug his sharp black claws into the ground. He continued this with his hind legs, scrapping the ground that produced an ear-piercing sound that would make humans' skin curl and cringe.

Fafnir finally opened his eyes, expecting all the sensations that he felt around him would disappear. Expecting to be back inside of his mind, in his tiny realm of darkness, Fafnir looked at the wall in front of him. It was a mix of gray and brown, with tiny specks of black all along the side. The wall was smoothly curved as if made by an master sculptor, nay a scratch or uneven flow along it. Fafnir placed his paw on the wall, slightly gasping under his breath as he could feel it. It was real. It was there. Fafnir was awake once more to be around the world of the living. Fafnir made a face that would resemble a smile to dragons and began spinning around in circle, jeering on how he finally returned. But then it slowly ceased as Fafnir thought for a moment and couldn't understand one thing. Why was he dead in the first place?

Suddenly a voice broke his silence, the very same that woke him from his slumber. "Ah...You're finally awake." Fafnir turned to look at the woman. His eyes widened by the creature he saw in front of him. She was beautiful but yet he felt intimidated by her presence already. Her height matched up to the middle of his neck, standing close to six feet in stature. Her skin was blue like the sky in the middle of summer day, with not a cloud near for miles. Her clothing was a mix of a tundra blue and mulberry purple. Her corset from the bottom was primarily purple with thin blue lines along the front. As it rose up to hold her bosom, the clothing turned blue very close to her skin to the point as if it actually was. Her stockings, from the feet, started blue and rose up to her calves until they swifty turned purple until they ended with collapsing around her thighs. Even her hair was the exact same way as her clothing, blue and then purple. The only thing that stood out of place was, despite her being a small blue woman, she had large pitch black horns adorned upon her head.

Fafnir continued to look all over the female's body, observing everything he could manage to see. His intuition though told him to look directly at her and to stop scanning over her. When he met eyes with her, he flinched slightly as he could see sharp black eyes, glaring him down. Fafnir quickly turned his head down to look at the ground, his posture set as if to apologize. "If you are done gawking, dragon." She said with a callous tone, crossing her arms. Fafnir nodded swiftly, quickly apologizing to her in the most polite manner he could summon. She gave a small smirk as she nodded, walking up to Fafnir himself. She began to observe all of Fafnir's body; be it his limbs, the webbing on his wings, even his genitals to his much displeasure. As he watched her take her time with looking at him as if she was getting ready to buy a high quality specimen horse, he noticed that he supported her same colors. He was primarily purple, to the point of almost being black in some parts, up until the tips of his limbs where they shined a bright blue hue. The woman backed up, placing her hand on her chin, thinking quietly to herself. "She just criticized me for looking over her and yet she did the same thing to me. What a hypo-"

"I would watch what you say about me, if I were you." She interrupted as she turned her focus back onto him. She sighed and patted Fafnir's front right leg, skimming it all the way down to the center of his spine. He shivered slightly, all of his scales shifting involuntarily. She chuckled lightly as she saw him move uneasily before finally stepping away from him. She continued to walk away, leading down a hallway. Fafnir watched her walk away in the darkness, dumb-founded by what had just happened. "Did she just read my mind? Why is she here? Why am I-"

"It would be very smart of you to follow me, dragon." She echoed from down the hall. Once again, she interrupted his train of thought. He shook his head and tried to understand as to why she was able to know what he was thinking. "Now." She said in a stern voice. Fafnir nodded swiftly, "Yes, Ma'am!" he replied as he ran to catch up to her. The dark hallway was a small bend the ended up leading to an large room than before. It was drowning with gold and other treasures. The entire room was littered with what seemed to be an vast amount but organized. Each gem was placed in it's own pile, each type of metal was laid flat in bundles, and even there were books stacked on shelves in their own corner. Out of all the treasure though, gold was the most plentiful. There was no order to the mess of gold she had
hoarded away, there was simply too much for there to be a way to sort it all.

The woman had turned to looked at Fafnir's jaw, seeing it hang as he gawked at the treasure hall she had arranged. She chuckled once again and continued to walk until she came to a large set of doors, equal the size of giants. "Do you know your name?" She asked.

"It's Fafnir, Ma'am." He responded, eyeing the door curiously.

She unlocked the hatches and pushed the doors open, exposing the sun to shine inside of the room. "Welcome to the new world, Fafnir." She said with a smile in a soothing tone, her voice even feeling as if with compassion. "And welcome to my castle, Pet. My name is Lucenae." Her smile warping into a small smirk as she slammed the doors shut.