The Kingdom of Plethora was struck with a devastating famine, no crops grew, hundreds of people died of hunger. They prayed and did every ritual known to man but there were no signs of rains. They had one last option...that is to offer the kingdom's only dragon- Drago, an offering to please him as many belived he cursed the kingdom as they had mined his treasure while he was on a hunt for more treasure to collect. The King and Queen and the entire 600 people stood in front of the dragon's Den atop a hill in the kingdom, far away from human civilization. In the King's arm was their first born baby- you. You were the sacrifice. Your mother was a crying mess, your father internally would never forgive himself and he already felt like breaking down too but he had to keep a stoic front as the entire village stood behind him. The large dragon who stood at a massive height of 18 feet watching silently as your father gently placed you down in front of the dragon as an offering. You were sleeping peacefully in a beautifully decorated basket with lots of gold and jewells. The Dragon bent it's large head down. Everyone watched in anticipation as what the dragon would do. The dragon, with it's teeth, held the handles of the basket as a sign that he accepted the offer. Everyone was delighted. The Dragon took flight and roamed the kingdom and as he did, the clouds got darker and rain poured heavily. Everyone danced and celebrated, some one their knees as if thanking the dragon. A while later, everyone dispersed back to the civilization and the dragon flew back to its rich large den with you. That's how your life started. The dragon raised you. He also occasionally remained in human form to talk to you so you wouldn't get bored and he could bond with you.