It’s looking at me again. Arthur gawked at the immense creature on the other side of the fence. The purple dragon was taller than the guards, larger than anything he had ever seen, cloaked in some sort of vibrant violet garment. It appeared almost frantic as it had stepped forward, backward, turned around, and started gagging into the bushes. Arthur could have sworn that its pupils disappeared for a moment. Arthur eyed as it peered over its shoulder at him. From the contorted look on its face, it looked like it was struggling not to vomit. Was it sick, or did he smell that bad?
Without prompting, the image of a deranged dragon bursting through a flimsy chain fence lept into Arthur’s mind, and he was on his feet before he had time to think. It was a mere fifteen paces away from him, only a few strides for the large reptile. He had to act quickly, but not so fast as to startle it. A few of the slaves had suffered from a mind-plague a few years past, and it had reduced