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// Gag 
// Story: Words Unspoken 
// by wille179 
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Reginald the Dragon to himself:


Wasn't that the gem that the whelp touched?






It glinted off the floor, a little green gem that was noticeably out of place. Still irritated from the whelp's intrusion minutes ago, Reginald the Dragon plucked the stone between his claws. Instead of putting it back in its place in the hoard, he popped it into his mouth and swallowed it whole.

There was a strange, sharp pain in his stomach, but it was gone in a fraction of a second. Even if he had worried, there wasn't anything he could really do about it.





He first suspected that there was a problem when the ache in his chest refused to go away.

He first acknowledged that there definitely was a problem when he threw up the contents of his stomach, blood without meat.

Reginald first realized that he was dying when he couldn't stop vomiting.