The Almighty Dragon General

The two cuts were a stark contrast to her otherwise fair skin. Blood kept flowing from the wounds, dyeing her neck red. 

Her vision turned misty as crystalline tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, falling and mixing with her blood. 

She had fallen into despair. 

Faced with General Trent Xavier, all her helplessness and hopelessness piled up. 

More than anything, hate swelled up within her. 

She hated that she ran into that fire because she heard someone calling out for help! 

She may have saved one person, but the injury that had been inflicted upon her cost her ten years of torment! Ten years of pain! 

She became the laughing stock of the entire school when she got those burns. 

Even the friends she was once close with wanted nothing to do with her! 

Her classmates treated her like a bringer of plagues, avoiding her as much as they could! 

Her family started hating her. Even her own parents treated her like she was worthless! 

When her scars were finally healed, she had thought that maybe those ten years of suffering were worth it, after all. 

But now, she was once again in the throes of despair. 

“Please, General Xavier. This has absolutely nothing to do with us. It’s all Thea’s fault!” 

“Yeah! It’s all her fault! Torture her if you want, just please let us go!” 

stared up at Trent’s expressionless face and listened to the Callahans push her onto the proverbial train tracks, all so they themselves could live. She

are

turning cold. Immediately, two

“Sir.” 

want everyone in Cansington to know what happens when they cross

“Yes, sir.” 

by the hair like

was rubbed raw as she was dragged to the auction hall. Her wounds sent sharp sparks of pain through her every time they made contact with the ground, but the men ignored

the top floor of the Cansington Hotel, the auction was proceeding as

of the items they had put up were worth anything, yet their starting bids were

They were all well-versed in business proceedings and

Yates had bankrupted the Xaviers, but Trent Xavier had returned to gather funds, intending

choice but to bid. Trent was the General of the western border. He had immense power, and crossing

bidding, even when they knew what they were bidding on were fakes and forgeries that were worth nothing, because they knew the alternative would be Trent Xavier getting payback on them for not

brought on stage as soon as the last bid was complete. It was Moonlit Flowers

auctioneer started her spiel. “The following item is for Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside’s Edge. The starting bid is eight million, bidders must bid no

happened when the painting resurfaced. That painting Thea had destroyed was also a fake. The Xaviers

went bankrupt was because Thea Callahan had called Alex Yates and put him on speaker, so Alex heard what Joel Xavier had

would be a fair starting bid for it, yet now the Xaviers had

We bid ten million. I’m getting that

representing the Zimmermans. We bid eleven million. I want that painting!”

the Wilsons. We bid twelve million!”

enough, the forged Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside’s Edge went from being worthless to having a hefty price tag

finally bought for twenty-one

the crowd was waiting for yet another item,

hair was disheveled and blood caked her face. One of her high heels was missing, and she had friction burns on her knees. Blood continued

drew in a cold

finally released once

so she just so happened to be facing

bloodied face terrified them. Their faces went pale as they sat

“Help… help me…”