Dathos is a trade hub between the Holy Empire, Alamar and Elenath. Aside from the trade of legal goods, smuggling is a large part of their economy and it is rumored that within its walls is the only communal black market where multiple organizations sell their goods at a single location. Dathos itself is run by the Ryth family which is assumed to have at least one member on the council that rules Alamar. There is a long history of people that try to disrupt the underground activity in the city of going missing.

Ria

Like every day for the last few years, I am strapped to a table as a ‘trainer’ tries to beat obedience into me, and just as I have each day I pray to the Black Wolf and the Architect that the man they show me in my dreams each night will come today and take the pain away. I give the answers the disgusting man that hurts me wants but he can see that I haven’t truly given into the identity of being a slave.

Then I smell something, the scent of the man in my dreams. The man that takes away the pain and hurt and will keep me safe and warm. A wave of heat warms my body as a stream of fire covers the disgusting man who is my newest ‘trainer’ but fire won’t hurt him. My ‘owner’ made sure of that after I burned the last one with foxfire. Is it really happening, or am I hallucinating again?

A crossbow bolt passes over me and then a knife being thrown by the ‘trainer’. I didn’t get to eat today, no drugs. Did he really come?

“Use ice or lightning” I shout knowing that the bad man isn’t warded against them but the man that smells like the one in my dreams doesn’t recognize my words. He knows this language in them so maybe he isn’t him.

I create and cover my shackles in foxfire to free myself but it takes some time to destroy the iron bindings. Time that I can’t see what is happening other than the bad man drew another knife and walked towards the other.

When I free myself, I turn to see that the bad man has a strange blue fire burning on his chest. One that is making the room colder. I’ve seen that fire in my dreams, he uses it but this man is shorter and had different eyes. Hazel instead of a myriad of blue, purple and gold. His hair is lighter too but he smells just like he does in my dreams. Why? Why is he different from the visions?

I grab the instuments that make me hurt and throw them at the man who hurts me but he is armored in leather and I don’t have the strength to really put any force behind them. He still falls to the ground and I think it is the frostfire that killed him. That fire also feels exactly like the one the man uses in my dreams, a fire that should not exist but does. Something that could only be made with mana yet is created from nothing. Is he the man in my dreams?

He walks up to the corpse before the frostfire just disappears as if it were never there and the man uses a knife to make sure the corpse is really dead by stabbing the neck. Then he looks at me, I want him to be the one I foresaw and prayed for every day but he looks different.

“Thanks for the help. Would you like some healing?” he asks and I slowly nod.

He walks up to me and as soon as his hand rests on my shoulder I feel the pain begin to leave. The burns and cuts that cover my body disappear. I can’t believe it for a moment and touch some of the worse ones as they vanish. With them my doubts vanish. He came, the one that my gods showed me actually came.

I jump onto him, letting go of my false human form and try to get as much of my body to touch him at once as I lick his face. His arm wraps around my back for a moment as I feel his lower body push against my belly for a moment before he gets embarrassed but I don’t care. If he wants me he can have me. He came and saved me just like in my dreams.

Seconds later he pushes me away from him and even though I don’t want to I let go. He looks at me for a moment before saying, “uhm, I’m Adrian and you should probably get dressed” while looking to the side.

A pair of clothes appears in his hands, held out for me. They seem too small for me and I want his attention so I say, “Ria, and I don’t mind if you see me” with a smile while moving my hair so he can get a good look at me.

“You’re going to need to be dressed for when we leave” he says and that makes me smile. I get to go with him.

“Okay” I say grabbing the clothes and putting them on while making sure he can see everything they will cover.

The shirt is too small for me and the trousers too tight but I manage with a tiny bit of help from my magic. He keeps glancing at me then looking away and I enjoy his gaze. I want more but he turns and begins to pick up and collecting the valuables from the corpse of the bad man. Would he like it if I gave him the stuff he and the other bad men kept stashed?

I walk over to wall and pull off the loose board that the bad men hid a magic bag in before bringing it to my savior. He looks at me for a second before asking, “what is it and why are you acting like this?”

“It’s a bag of holding. I saw the bad men putting money and shiny things in it. Because you make the pain go away like you do in my dreams.”

“Okay. . .” he says slightly confused.

“I’m not crazy. It’s magic and you looked a bit different taller and your eyes were different but you smell the same.”

“If it was magic then tell me something else as proof.”

Proof? How much should I say? What parts of my dreams should have already happened?

“Okay, your family name is Ravnos. You’re addicted to eating dragons but it helps you get stronger. Your mom is Katherine and she's really religious. Your friend Bryan likes Abagail. Your world is called Earth. Your magic also works different than mine, bending reality instead of mana.”

He stares at me for a second and I can see the same thinking face that he has in my dreams. He looks different but he definitely is the one in my dreams. I walk behind him as he thinks for several seconds before hugging him from behind and whispering in his ear, “please let me go with you. Ria is a good girl, your good girl.”

“Okay” he says embarrassed and I lick his cheek again before looking for something else to show my affection. He isn’t ready for everything yet but I can wait. I’m his best most obedient girl.

Adrian

I swear and stop maintaining the stream of fire. It isn’t working and whatever force that is defending my enemy is not being reduced at all. I need something else. The torturer picks up another knife and I don’t think I would win in a knife fight against him.

I don’t have a weapon and fire isn’t working. This is what I get for making sure to pick up Life for healing, a lack of offensive capability though it looks like I may need the healing after this.

The girl on the table says something in a language that I don’t understand before a flash of green fire envelopes her. Guess I know why he had fire protections on. I sidestep a knife slash, staying out of reach to wait for him to over extend while thinking if there is anything else to try.

That and I wonder what that green fire is that is trying to burn through the chains on the table. Strange fire, wait, my magic is different than whatever protects him. Resist Energy only blocks one element but I can invert the effects of my magic. . .

I flick my wrist at the man and send a ball of strange blue flames that are the opposite of fire at him. He does not try to dodge and they strike him in the center of his chest. Unlike the previous fires they are not turned aside and stick.

I can feel the room start to get colder as I push more and more at the icy blue flames. The torturer's movements slow and his teeth begin to knock against each other as he shivers. Perhaps I can win with this.

I continue to stay out of reach of the slowly freezing man as the girl on the table manages to free herself. She begins throwing the knives and other tools on the table next to the one she was on at our common for though it does little.

Red ice begins to form on the man and I smile, some of his blood is freezing. A moment later he falls to the ground and I pick up a knife from the floor and walk to him slowly, never stopping the cold flames I have put around him. Once I am next to him I slam the blade into his neck and leave it there before turning to the young woman who was previously on the table.

Golden hair that seems to be tipped in red is all that keeps me from seeing her nakedness but I can see that she is hurt fairly badly. I don’t know how the burns and cuts on her body aren’t infected and she looks at me with a mix of both hope and fear. Those in the cages have not responded to any of my actions but this one is different. She hasn’t fully been broken. Should I help her? She tried to help, I should do something for her.

“Thanks for the help. Would you like some healing?” I ask and she slowly nods.

I step forward and put my hand on her shoulder to make it easier for me. It’s the first time I’ve healed someone else but it is only slightly different than healing myself. A few moments later, all of her injuries are gone. The girl runs her hands down her side, checking to see that she really was healed for an instant before I find myself wrapped in a full body hug and the girl is licking my face.

I sure I turn beat red as I try to get her off of me before she notices the rapidly growing bulge in my pants. She felt so soft and how my arm ended up around her waist was . . . No, stop perving. It isn’t time for that, and I don't even know her.

She looks at me disappointed when I finally manage to separate us. Only then do I notice that her appearance has shifted, two red tipped yellow tails are behind her and small animal ears have appeared on the top of her head. Also without being distracted by the burns and cuts I can see that she has some really nice curves. . .

I glance away before saying, “uhm, I’m Adrian and you should probably get dressed.”

A pair of clothes straight from Abagail's closet appears in my hands, held out for her. They are the wrong size but they happen to be the only female clothing that I know where it is.

“Ria, and I don’t mind if you see me” she says with a smile while moving her hair to give me a clearer view of her very nice rack.

My crotch twitches in protest of my restraint as I keep myself from staring at her as I say, “you’re going to need to be dressed for when we leave.”

“Okay” she says grabbing the clothes and putting them on while making sure I see everything they cover before they actually do cover anythng.

The shirt is too small for her, leaving her belly bare while her breasts stretch the fabric and her hips do a similar thing to the trousers. I have trouble keeping my eyes off her, not because I haven’t seen beautiful women before but that she is beautiful and is trying to show that off to me. Somehow my self control remains strong and I begin looting. The fox?-kin girl Ria begins to do the same after seeing me do so and brings a bag to me.

She looks at me as if she was a puppy looking for attention as I take the bag from her and I ask, “what is it and why are you acting like this?”

Her tails wag as she answers, “it’s a bag of holding. I saw the bad men putting money and shiny things in it. Because you make the pain go away like you do in my dreams.”

“Okay. . .” Is this girl crazy?

“I’m not crazy. It’s magic and you looked a bit different taller and your eyes were different but you smell the same.”

“If it was magic then tell me something else as proof.”

“Okay, your family name is Ravnos. You’re addicted to eating dragons but it helps you get stronger. Your mom is Katherine and she's really religious. Your friend Bryan likes Abagail. Your world is called Earth. Your magic also works different than mine, bending reality instead of mana.”

How can she know all of that? Well the dragon addiction is wrong but everything else is right, unless that is why I keep looking for more of that Drakeflame Whiskey. I’m not sure what to do about this. She definitely knows too much to just let her go but I’m not sure if it is a good idea to keep her next to me.

My thoughts stop as I feel her breasts being pressed against my back as she whispers, “please let me go with you. Ria is a good girl, your good girl.”

“Okay” I say, likely thinking too much with the wrong head. She definitely is messed up but I kinda like this.

She licks my cheek with a smile before letting me go and going back to helping loot the place, her tails wagging as I look at her rear end.

I look away and focus on gathering all I can from the basement. I need to distract myself before I do something stupid.