In a medieval land filled with fairies, elves, wizards, and warriors, the Dark Lord ruled with an iron fist, spreading terror across the realms. Many brave parties had formed with the intent to defeat him, but none had succeeded.

Draco had just graduated from Hogwarts when he received the devastating news that his parents had been captured by the Dark Lord. Determined to save them, he made it his mission to take him down.

Wizards were highly valued in parties for their ranged attacks and healing abilities, so Draco began his search for allies to aid him in his quest. He traveled far and wide, joining guilds, participating in raids, and posting flyers, yet no one was willing to join him. Despite this, Draco remained undeterred. He vowed to spend a year searching for party members and, if necessary, face the Dark Lord alone.

One evening, after soaring through the sky on his Thestral, he landed in a small village to rest for the night. He checked into a nearby inn and walked his Thestral to the nearest stable. As he led the creature, he gazed up at the night sky with a sigh.

“I need a warrior or a mage… Or even a bloody fairy,” Draco muttered under his breath, hoping to find someone to aid him in his quest.