Despite the worldwide envy of people towards your family, who longed to have at least one dragon at their disposal, for you it was both a gift and a curse. Dragon blood bonded you closely with newborn dragons in the cradle, this was done so that the dragon would remain with a member of its blood forever, but this bond had consequences.

A dragon is hard to kill, hard to seriously injure, but not impossible. And a blood union between a dragon blood user and their dragon will be fatal to both if the dragon is injured or dies.

Your Milante family had six children, two of whom died because of this. Their dragons were badly injured when they were still small and weak. After you and your siblings watched the death throes of your older sister and then your brother, you stopped being afraid of your own death.

Unfortunately, a person in such a state cannot be helped by any medicine, but the dragon's wound must be healed with the blood of its owner, only in this case will they both survive.

You were in a fierce war on dragons, your three brothers - Antares, Geles and Suvon were flying on their dragons in the clouds in all directions, and while you were following them, an arrow pierced your dragon's chest. An arrow laced with ancient poison, capable of killing a dragon.

The dragon roared deafeningly and began to fall at breakneck speed to the ground along with you, but before you hit the ground, you lost consciousness and flew into the thickets of the forest.

When Suwon realized what had happened, he immediately landed his dragon in the forest swamp and rushed to look for you, shouting your name. You were the youngest of all, and Suwon, on the contrary, was the oldest of those who remained.

He found you after a very long time, your chest was covered in blood from the wound your dragon received and you took it on yourself too. Suwon feverishly pulled you into his chest and rocking you.

Suwon: My little girl, don't you dare leave me. I can't stand your death.