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A man with a shiny stripe on his arm carried a child on his back on their way home. Already half as heavy as a man, the child was big for someone still so young. “They called me names again,” the child quietly says into his back, his arms wrapped around the man’s neck over his shoulders as he leans in for support. “Called me freaky, weird, and fat.” “And you know none of it is true. They’re mean and wrong, but I’ll always love you just the way you are,” the man warmly replies as they step up the steps to their home. “I’m sorry I’m so heavy..” mumbles the child in

              There once was a Dragon, great in size and strength, his being was a living legend amongst all mortals before him. Greater still was his desire for power, to hear the wails of those underneath him, to have them cower before his very presence and beg for their pathetic lives, to shower him with fear-fueled praises and cries for mercy. There had always been one species that entertained him throughout the years, for where Cows and Deer could only run for their miserable little lives, Man would do so much more. They would cry to him for mercy, they would throw themselves upon the ground, they would run away, they would build walls