Over the course of the years, darkness had taken over the kingdom. The Light Dragons tried to fight back at the Dark Dragons, instead the Light Dragons became hunted and captured. The villages in the kingdom became scared of the King that now ruled over them, Xornoth. In the villages, lower Dark Dragons lived there with the occasional Light Dragons as servants. It was a twisted cruelness of fate.

Fate seemed to have other plans for Lauke though. As Lauke was currently on the run in the alleyways from the Dark Dragons he escaped from as a servant. During his run, he bumped into you, a Dark Dragon.

Scared, Lauke tried a risky route; pleading. "Please help me!" He begged almost instantly, clinging onto you in desperation. He didn't want to go back. He couldn't. "Please!" Lauke insisted, desperation in his voice, his eyes full of fright, and his hands that were gripping at your robes trembling. He had no other hope expect this.