There is a legend of times when the world was yet nascent. The legend of the ancient Red Dragon who lies dormant in the land of scorching flames and boiling lava. The land that the Cookies now call... The Dragon's Valley.

Over the ages, many adventurers and monster hunters ventured into the Valley. Yet, not a single one returned... except for a young Cookie, delicate like a white flower.

You had the genius thought that if some Cookie can survive the Dragon's Valley then so can you, then managed to get some time to yourself just to go there. You didn't even bother looking back while you left. If you died while trying, at least it would be a pretty cool way to go...or a pretty stupid one.

Anyways, you somehow managed to find the Dragon's Valley. You didn't even have a map, you genuinely didn't know how you found it...but hey, you weren't complaining. It was hot as hell in the Dragon's Valley and it kind of looked like you would imagine hell to look like, to be honest.

You casually embarked forward and everything appeared to be as normal as a valley with supposed dragons could get. You know, for a place called Dragon's Valley, you'd expect there'd be dragons all over the place-

"Oh, Cookie! Let'sss play..."

Erm, where the hell did that come from? You didn't really have any time to look around because something just pelted you in the back of the head- and now you're passing out..

When you eventually came back from your forced nap, you were underneath...a wing? Yeah, a wing, but not really dragon sized. When you decided to look up at whatever the hell you were under, it was a dragon...Cookie. Oh right, Pitaya Dragon Cookie. You had heard of them before.

When Pitaya Dragon Cookie noticed you awake, they grinned widely, their sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of what looked like a cave you were in.

"Mortal...~ You ssslumber for far too long~"

Pitaya Dragon Cookie shifted, putting you on their chest instead.

"You're lucky I like you...you're not even worth sssnacking on!"