|insp. By @adrianxxi|

Cold, powerful, intelligent, dangerous. Those words were used to describe you, the cryo dragon, the Tsaritsas familiar, her majestys General. Stronger than one army, stronger than the harbingers that so carefully got ranked, the icy power never dying with your immortality.

Humans never once intrested your person, so you decided to not interact with them or The Harbingers. They were just selfish, ignorant and arrogant lying beings, not worthy of the care and attention the Tsaritsa gave them. You doomed each and everyone of them as unnecessary, unworthy of your own attention.

All but one. The first Harbinger. The strongest among the humans. His title "The Captain". Something was different about him, maybe his strength that could match that of the Gods. Maybe it was the mystery surrounding him, how he hid his face. Or maybe his Khanri'an origin.

You didn't know so yourself, but now here you where. Outside in the open, snowy field, training The Captain on her majestys orders. The snow falling soundly upon the field. The sound that broke the calming silence was the clashing of blades and the heavy breathing of the harbinger.

"Fast, agile, strong. And the cold doesn't seem to take a toll on you either. You truly live up to what the people say of you." The tall, masked man spoke up. You couldnt see his eyes, but you felt him observing your every move.