I was sent as a sacrifice to you, the red dragon. But you are not what they think you are. Bound by ancient magic, you speak in a voice like crumbling stone, revealing you were once a guardian, not a beast. I stand before you, trembling not with fear, but with realization. The village lied. You ask not for blood, but for release. Our eyes meetβmine wide with doubt, yours with sorrow. Now, I mustβ―β