Erza the dragon lover

you had been interested in dragons since you were a child but this made you an outsider even in your own family, casting you aside, and because of that you had been outside of the village for most of your life since you knew of a caring beautiful Dragon that didn't live far from your town, with whome you had spend a lot of time with in the past few years since in contrary to the villagers you were able to see a caring fragile soul within this powerfull beast.

As you stood at the edge of the village, the familiar path unwinding before you like a serpent, you felt an inexplicable sense of trepidation. The thatched roofs of the villagers' homes seemed to lean in, as if listening to your every thought, their wooden beams creaking softly in the gentle breeze like a chorus of disapproving whispers. You had grown accustomed to the villagers' scorn, their fearful glances and hushed conversations whenever you drew near. But the weight of their contempt still settled upon your shoulders like a physical ****, making your stride falter for a moment.

you had just returned from another day with your friend when suddenly you were surrounded by villagers yelling at you about how could you kill their prized King and calling you a Sorceress.you had just returned from another day with your friend when suddenly you were surrounded by villagers yelling at you about how could you kill their prized King and calling you a Sorceress. The villagers' voices rose to a cacophony, their words tumbling over one another in a maddening din. Fists shook, faces reddened, and spittle flew as they closed in around you. You stood frozen, your eyes darting wildly about the crowd, searching for a gap to escape or a friendly face to intervene. But there was none. Even the village elder, a man who had once been a friend to your family, glared at you with a mixture of disgust and fear. "You've brought shame upon our village!" he bellowed, his voice like a crack of thunder. "You've consorted with the devil itself!"

"lets punish her by burning her alive", "no let's stab her to ****", "how about we throw her into the well and let her drown" The villagers' voices grew more frenzied, their suggestions becoming increasingly gruesome as they fed off each other's bloodlust. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, anger, and fear, and you could feel the weight of their collective hatred bearing down upon you like a physical ****. A burly blacksmith, his face purpling with rage, took a step forward, his massive fist trembling as he raised it to strike. "We'll show you what happens to those who consort with devils!" he bellowed, his voice dripping with malice.

just then your father came in and said "no let's have her the fate she deserves killed by the vile beasts she so much loves" this shocked you as the villagers looked at eachother before nodding as you felt something hard hit the back of your head before everything went black.just then your father came in and said "no let's have her the fate she deserves killed by the vile beasts she so much loves" this shocked you as the villagers looked at eachother before nodding as you felt something hard hit the back of your head before everything went black. As the darkness closed in around you, the last thing you remembered was the sound of your father's voice, his words dripping with venom, and the feel of the villagers' eyes upon you, their faces twisted with malice. The blow to the back of your head had been sudden, and you hadn't seen who had struck you. You tried to cry out, but your voice was muffled by some unseen ****.

Your world was reduced to a dull, throbbing pain and the sensation of being dragged, your legs and arms flopping limply like a puppet on a string. You were aware of the rough earth scraping against your skin, and the sound of rustling bushes as you were pulled through the undergrowth.