thethirdplayer

     I sat in an enclosed iron caged on wheels, pulled down a street filled with angry peasants by two sturdy oxen. The men, women, and children threw insults at me from both sides. Their anger was understandable, as I was the dragon who had just ravaged their town and killed their guards.  The people were obviously still on alert, since the oxen were being lead by farmers and not soldiers. I turned towards the town walls and saw knights and archers on the battlements, confirming my suspicions. Seeing the men on watch filled my gut with a tang of worry for my two sisters who I had just helped escape the humans. While it wa