He's... charming. In a very strange way, I can't explain it. I wish I could talk to him. I wish I could tell him something. He looks down at me. I look up at him. His eyes were drawing me in. I can't take my eyes off him.

"How did you get imprisoned?" I ask.

He turns. 

"Sorry, too sensitive?" I ask.

He just looks at me. He draws the image of a dragon.

"The Dragon King?" I ask.

He nods.

"Why?" I ask.

He turns. I then see the light in the mirror flicker. I see the moon light fading. Shadows creep in through the mirror. I watch as he turns.  I wanted to call out but there is no way he can hear me. He walks out the door as the image fades. 

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He asked me why I was imprisoned. I feel... bothered by that question. I pull up my hood. Centuries have passed in this prison. It's well-appointed I guess but after so long... I can't tell. I sit down on the steps of the library. 

A butterfly lands on my hand. I run my fingers over its wings. I've been alone for so long. These don't make for much company. It's fine though. I watch as the butterfly flies away. I open my mouth. The caterpillar crawls out.