He stood still, hands tied behind his back and throat dry. He couldn't see anything, even when he opened his eyes. There was nothing more he could do, everything he did wasn't enough. James tried to struggle free, but to no avail.
Then his head felt hot. And everything else that surrounded him burned, and his blindfold fell to the ground.
"I wondered how long it'd take you to get here," he said, into the darkness, "or that you'd even come at all. Why did it take you so long?" he brushed the burnt clothes off his impenetrable body and climbed aboard what was now a dragon.
"I'm sorry Master James, is there anything I could do to make it up to you?"
"Yeah, get me some clothes or a saddle. Your back bone's digging into my balls".
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