The King's Rebel
If they had my clothes, it wouldn't have taken long for them to figure out that I'm not from the valley tribe.
"Where exactly is this? How did I get here? What do you do?" I asked, confused, as the man kept staring at me like he was crazy about me.
The man replied, "This is the land of Drakkons." I wanted to scream "LIAR!" in his face, but that wouldn't have been good for my cover "When my men were patrolling an area where an avalanche happened, they found you. When you were found and brought to my camp, you were barely breathing and almost frozen. I, on the other hand, am the King of Drakkons."
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