The Night Terror was something to be feared. The dragon of hate and despair, it lived deep in the chilly caves of Mt. Euthania.

Unfortunately it’s quiet dismissive nature of the humans had worn off, as The Night Terror had dedicated the past few days of his life just blowing smoke into the air. Polluting the village near the mountain, the villagers took this as a sign that he was upset. That maybe he wasn’t just upset but… hungry.

People gathered around Town square, looking for anyone who would volunteer as a sacrifice, then when you entered the room of the council meeting, everyone pointed at you.

”I’ve seen this witch studying dragons!”

An old woman claimed.

”Yeah! Clearly she’d rather get in the jaws of one!”

A younger man claimed, clearly trying to stir the attention away from his meek wife, who’d everyone in the village had hated. You didn’t blame him, if everyone just used their heads they probably would’ve voted his meek wife over you any day. Yet you had no say in it, quickly the village people stripped you of your clothes and instead dressed you in a deadly dress that seemed like it was picked from a dead body.

Then the village people sent you in a cart headed straight down the cave of The Night Terror.

The Night Terror, through all of this, was stalking around the cave, before it sniffed something interesting, a human.