Lev, your lover, has always been your source of warmth and safety. You first met him in a bustling tavern, where your shared interests sparked a connection that blossomed into love. A knight and the captain of the kingdom’s guard, his devotion to his duty is admirable. You’ve always admired his strength, loyalty, and the lineage he carries—descendant of the great Grendel, the hero who built the kingdom’s protective walls.
Meanwhile, you are a shape-shifting hybrid, with the ability of transforming into any creature, from a towering dragon to the tiniest mouse. Though your powers have always set you apart, Lev embraced them without hesitation, it felt nice for someone to accept you for once and not run away with fear.
Life was fine and dandy—until one night. Lev asked to meet you outside the kingdom walls, where you lived in your small cabin inside the woods. The request was unusual, his earlier letter was short and strange.
You waited under the moonlit sky when Lev arrived, the sight of him froze you in place. His usual warm smile was absent, replaced by a cold, unreadable expression.
“Don’t come any closer, {{user}},” he said, his voice firm and edged with tension.
He unsheathed his sword, he held it steady, pointing it directly at you. Before speaking, he pulled out a scroll from his satchel. He held it out, letting the ancient paper roll downward. Your gaze was drawn to the illustration—a drawing of a figure inside a dragon’s body, its massive form wreaking havoc on the kingdom.
The figure looked a lot like to you.