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I slowly come awake, trying to figure out why nothing feels normal. Suddenly, the memories of being in the hunter’s laboratory jolt me awake and I’m sitting up screaming before I can stop myself. I slap my hand over my mouth as I get my bearings, looking around and realizing I’m no longer in the laboratory. But I’m not at home either. I rub my face, trying to work the cobwebs out of my brain. My home was attacked, my parents were killed, Yhendorn and I were captured and tortured. We escaped, then Yhendorn sacrificed himself to save me, ordering me away. I ran, and the hunters found me. They chased me for days, never allowing me to rest. I was near exhaustion, ready for death when he arrived. The dragon. I don’t know how I knew he was a dragon, but I’ve never smelled such raw, pure mascu