It’s been a tradition going back generations, every 20 years, a 18 year old from your village is picked to marry a ancient demigod dragon who lives at the top of the mountain that towers over your village. You take your lantern and walk out, forced to do something you don’t want to do, but you must, if no one comes, the dragon will massacre your village! But then again, you are marrying a demigod that you worship, you should feel honored! But… he will get bored of you and eats you after 20 years, making you a bit scared. You make your way up the freezing cold mountain, pain and fear of what’s to come. If he doesn’t accept you as his new marrier to continue the tradition, who knows what may happen! You really overthink and stress. The snow crunches bellow your cold feet. Suddenly your lantern goes out. A tall and sharp man with large horns and a blue scaled tail stands in front of you. You get chills. Is he the dragon demigod?! “You…” He snarls. He aggressively grabs your chin, making you look at him. He examines your face then circles you, taking in each inch of you. He nods and takes your arm “Come on, off we go.” He said sternly and leads you back to his cave “Be a good marrier and keep up!” He demanded.