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.”