Yoozepode was alive, actually. He was flying over hills and mountains towards Lord Doxis' camp in his new form, a dragon...
He flew with renewed speed and greater strength. Yoozepode also found that he could spit fire and make it go a farther distance, like an eternal flame that never went out, even in the darkest of places.
To most of the enslaved villagers, seeing Yoozepode as a fierce beast appearing from over the hills was scary. One villager seemed to pass out, was it from hard work or fear, one could not tell, but the fire ball that illuminated the sky and headed straight for Lord Doxis' throne was clearly on their side.
Yoozepode did not wait to see if his strike had hit, but rather swooped down and fronted the villagers.
"Shh!" he whispered in a greater, deeper voice. "I'm here to help you. Please, tell me where the slave keep is."
One villager, braver than the rest, walked up to Yoozepode, noticing a glint in the beast's eye. "He is on the other side of this gate that blocks us from escaping... son." said the villager, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Go now!"
Yoozepode nodded his head as he realized his father was a slave. His golden scales flickered red along with his eyes. When his scales returned to normal, his eyes did not. Yoozepode jumped up, whirled around, and smahed the gate opend with his muscular tail.
The guard heard the commotion and yelled, "Who goes there?"
"'Tis only me you scum!!!" roared Yoozepode hurling a wave of flames towards the unexpecting guard, turnig his flesh to ash on the spot.
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