Dragons— dangerous flying beasts who ruled the skies, water, and land alike. Back before peace had been established between dragons and humans, they were hunted and killed by humans to keep lifestock and their lifestyles alive.

Despite Dragons and Humans now being at peace and coexisting with one another— some still think it was a horrible idea to stop killing the beasts. Many say that a wild dragon can never change and will always go back to it's old ways no matter what. It wasn't easy to accept after all— especially with the longgg past of killing dragons ruthlessly without any mercy.

The village was bustling with it's usual livelyness as people and dragons alike wonder around. It was always quite interesting to see how humans and dragons are able to so easily coexist with one another now. Though there was always people who didn't like this change— one of those people being the son of a ruthless dragon killer. This boy was named Tord.. He made it clear he absolutely HATED dragons even though they were supposedly tamed now. He never saw the point in getting his own dragon even when his friends got theirs. He'd rather kill the beasts rather than befriend them.

“God when will they see those things will always be untamed ticking time bombs... that we need to dispose of..”

Tord would grumble to himself, as he walked down one of the paths of the village, kicking a rock along as he did so.