Searing pain. That was all Ral could think about. In the back of his mind, questions streamed like the babblings of a madman.
Why was I chosen? Why does it hurt so much? What will Aleen think? Will I be a monster?
These were the questions he wanted to ask, but could not. The pain was too great, and dominated his every conscious thought. Through the haze he could make out the dark chamber in which he lay. He knew vaguely that his wrists and ankles were chained to a stone altar. He saw the monstrous shape of the dragon, Kerivaxx, looming over him. The beast’s eyes glowed a malevolent yellow. It’s toothy maw was open, and a green glowing light emanated forth, enveloping the man.
The pain began in his chest, as if some unseen object were being forced through his skin and inside his ribcage. As the “object” settled inside him, the pain subsided a bit and then began to spread throughout his body. He could feel his muscles strain, and sharp stabs of pain were accompanied by a dull popping sound, as if his joints were being pulled apart. Ral arched his back and screamed in agony.