Fishmen Bandit

When my eyes snapped open, I was sitting on a throne of sorts. I looked around and could only make out nothing but darkness around me.

‘Where am I?’

I thought to myself, looking around to see if there was some clue hiding about.

“I have returned.”

A familiar voice said to me. Immediately, I looked down and saw someone bowing to me. It was a man with fiery wings on his back. He wore a black coat, covering himself entirely, except for his head, which was a dusty brown. He lifted his head up to look at me, but I couldn’t see his face.

“What do you have to report?”

I said in an organic fashion. As if this was a completely normal situation. Even my voice sounded more mature than it normally was.

“The Mountain God subjugation is complete.”

The person said.

“What of their neighbors?”

I asked.

“My queen. The dragon-born were already wiped out by the time we got there.”