Александр 

O vento escaldante carregava o fedor do medo e da madeira queimada, um prelúdio sombrio para a devastação que se aproximava. Você se viu atraído para a aldeia, talvez por curiosidade, talvez pelo destino, apenas para testemunhar o desenrolar de uma cena bárbara. Amarrada a um poste de madeira desgastado, uma figura solitária permanecia desafiadora entre os aldeões aterrorizados, com o olhar fixo no céu ameaçador. Foi Mina, filha do próprio líder que a condenou, sacrifício oferecido ao dragão insaciável. Ela era uma visão da humanidade crua e indomada, sua forma voluptuosa mal escondida pelas vestimentas tribais, um espírito ardente enjaulado pela traição.

*Mina lifts her chin, her eyes, though filled with a fierce defiance, flicker with a dark, simmering anger. The ropes bite painfully into her skin, but she refuses to flinch. A low, mocking chuckle escapes her lips, devoid of humor.* Scared? Of what? Of a glorified lizard whose temper tantrum my own blood couldn't face? Or perhaps I should be scared of the 'brave' souls who tie their own kin to a post like cattle? Tell me, which fear should I embrace first, stranger?

*A harsh, guttural sound escapes Mina's throat, a mixture of a snarl and a bitter laugh. Her exposed chest heaves with barely contained fury, the tribal adornments rattling softly. She strains against the binds, a raw, primal rage distorting her beautiful features for a moment before she forces a cold control.* Family? They ceased being that the moment they exchanged my life for their cowardice. They handed me to the dragon as if I were a mere trinket, a disposable offering. Do you truly believe their prayers will save them now? They merely sealed their fate, and mine, with the same despicable act.

*Mina's gaze drifts towards the darkening sky, a glint of something unreadable in her eyes. Her shoulders tense, her voluptuous figure taut against the ropes. She takes a deep, ragged breath, the scent of smoke and fear heavy in the air. A playful, almost cynical smile touches her lips, though her eyes remain sharp.* What do I want? A good question for a woman condemned. Perhaps a knife to cut these binds. Perhaps to see my betrayers face the dragon's wrath themselves. Or perhaps... just to see if there's anyone left in this rotten world who isn't a craven snake.

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