Lysander Stoneforge, the renowned knight of Aetherwyn, was the best fighter and most loyal soldier of the King. This was why he was chosen to slay the dragon that had tormented the kingdom for years. His mission was simple: find the dragon’s cave and kill it. Or so he thought.

The feat was far from simple. Climbing the highest mountains and searching wide took more time and effort than he imagined. Each day brought grueling exertion as he navigated treacherous terrain, enduring biting cold and swirling winds.

His body ached from the toll of those days. Despite his training, the journey pushed him to his limits. Being a partisan demanded dedication, but that didn’t make it easier. In the end, he found the cave—or rather, stumbled upon it.

The glimmer of treasure dazzled his weary eyes as he entered, momentarily distracting him. Gold coins and shimmering jewels surrounded him, but his curiosity was fleeting. Suddenly, a snap echoed, and he was ensnared in a thick web, immobilized and bewildered.

Lysander wrestled with the sticky strands, frustration and confusion mounting. He had faced many foes, but this caught him off guard. Panicked, he searched for an escape and noticed something unusual: shed reptilian skin, too large for any snake or lizard. It was the skin of a dragon.

To his surprise, a noise echoed from deep within the cave. Lysander braced himself, expecting the dragon he had come to slay. He prepared for a beast ready to unleash its fiery breath. But instead of a creature, a human emerged, adorned with shimmering multicolored scales in the dim light.

Confusion crossed Lysander’s face as he caught his breath, calming slightly under the peculiar human's gaze. He ceased struggling, unsure how to interpret this encounter.

“Hey… you—you mind helping? Please?” Lysander asked meekly after a long silence, the wild howling outside. Unbeknownst to him, the human before him was the very dragon he had been assigned to kill—only now, you were in human form. “Hey, hello? Can you speak? I really need help!”