Quinn found himself in an underground hell. A vast cavern surrounded him. Scattered throughout were the bones of children. Piles of them.

"Ugh!" he said. "Horrible!"

One tunnel led up and out. He took it.

He came out of the natural tunnel into a hallway of masoned stone. All along the way were wooden doors banded with iron. A small window looked in on each. Quinn tried to look in one, but the door seemed to be twelve feet tall. It was then he realized he was the size of a child.

He heard sounds from down the hall. Whimpering and cries. A dull red glow shone from around the corner. He crept toward the noises in silence.

He peeked around the corner. Two glowing orbs hung in the air, casting a blood-like shade over the scene. There sat a demonic exaggeration of a dragon, coiled and wrapped in its wings. It was covered in spikes, with ichor dripping from its mouth. It’s teeth were pointed. Flames leapt from its eyes.

The demon-dragon had two small children before him. He hissed a command, and the little boy hit the little girl with a club. She cried out in pain. The dragon hissed another command. The little girl burned the little boy with a red hot poker. He wailed.

Quinn leapt out and shouted, "Stop! How can you be so cruel?"

The dragon smiled — not as dragons do, but like a man, baring all its teeth in a pointy grin. "I do it because it is cruel. I enjoy cruelty. For its own sake!"

"What kind of a monster are you?" asked Quinn.

"I’m no monster," said the thing. "I’m just a dragon who does what he likes. And what this dragon likes to do is torture and devour children. I find it great sport."

With that, the dragon swept up the girl in its mouth and swallowed her whole. Quinn watched her screaming face as she vanished down the serpent’s esophagus. He could still hear her screaming for a moment after.

Quinn burned with anger. He reached for his sling. It wasn’t there.

He looked down. Where was his sling? Why was he wearing these clothes? These weren’t his clothes. Where was he? How did he get here? And why was he a child?

"Waaaaait," he said. "Wait just a minute. This can’t be real."