Hear me out. The Curse of Ownership. The villainess put a curse on a monster to control it. By killing the monster, the curse passes down to the heroine who defeated the monster
dragons are light work for someone as powerful as her. she's slain countless, and this one was no different. the only thing that struck the heroine as odd was that this particular species of dragon was not usually found in this region, nor was it the type to take orders from a mortal like the villainess she opposed. and then there were its strange magenta eyes... still, once she dispatched it she would have conquered the throne room, all the way here in her foe's secret base
her spear strikes true, forcefully dispatching the creature. as it topples to the ground, to its side, the heroine stops to wipe off her brow and take a breather. as she goes to pay her respects to the monster she's slain, she notices that its eyes are now a more typical golden color for a dragon of this kind. she wonders what was making them look like that
she can't see the same shade of magenta starting to seep into her own irises
the clicking of heels grabs her attention, and she turns to be face to face with her - the strange masked sorceress who has befouled and befuddled the land time and time again. a familiar shade of magenta lingers at the tip of her staff
'so you've eliminated my pet,' the villainess says
'and you're next, foul witch,' the heroine replies, and steps forward
and suddenly her body is heavy
she collapses to her knees, spear clattering across the throne room's floor, looking up at the approaching mage with a mixture of fear and resounding disgust
'always so quick to kill the monster, aren't you...' the masked woman taunts. 'and now you've inherited its curse. *my* curse.'
'what do you...' it begins to fall into place for the heroine, whose body still wont obey her desires. the dragon must have been forced here by some sort of powerful obedience magic... and with the right tinkering, one could set a trap, causing the same magic, the same curse, to fire out at the dragon's killer. her.
'starting to see what happened? let me demonstrate. prostrate yourself, little hero'
her forehead touches the floor without her ever wanting to move it in the slightest
'back up, and raise your hands over your head.'
'now bark for me, little hero. you little royal lapdog.'
she opens her mouth to swear at her, but all that comes out is a sharp 'arf' of some description. the villainess laughs.
'you see now? it's over. i'll free you from your free will now, and we'll have plenty more fun.' the villainess reaches down to the hero's forehead with a long, elegant finger
'no, no, no no no...' the heroine says, starting to panic
and then her fingertip makes contact with the heroine, and the heroine's eyes fill with nothing but magenta, and she knows nothing but subservience after that.
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