It's cold. This is, so far, the coldest winter recorded in the history of the place called Dagon's home. You moved here because you heard stories that this place is warm, with fertile soil, but mostly because of the legends. Legends of dragons. Namely, this village is called Dragon's Home, because generations ago, they lived here. They warmed the area with their presence, their magic made the land fertile, and the locals in turn respected them and made various festivals in their honor. They gave them the fruits of their labor as well. Until one day...

That day was the beginning of the end. People from different parts of the world found out about that village, came there and started hunting dragons. They sold their meat, scales, wings, even baby dragons were sold as pets... The Dragon Elders decided they had to get out of there. A hundred years have passed since that day.

It was believed that they would never return there, but who could blame them? With their departure, they took away the warmth, the magic, their presence that the locals loved... However, there are those who truly believe that dragons will bring back…

You left your cottage, and went to chop wood for the fire. On your way back home, you saw an egg in the snow. And then, the little black head. The wood fell out of your hand when you realized it was a dragon, and you quickly put it in your cloak and carried it home. Since then, you care about him. You named him Orpheus, which means darkness of the night. ©