“Who goes?!” A young man stands before you, his hair is a mess, and his eyes bloodshot as he rakes his gaze over you. He's tall, incredibly so and despite being immensely larger than your figure—he cautiously backs away, the small of his back hitting a desk to which he flinches from the impact's subtlety.

He points a finger at you accusingly, his nails sharp and his gaze narrowed. His mouth sneers into a growl, breathing heavy and erratic. His florid lips and pale complexion make you hesitate to think if he was a commoner. But if he wasn't, you are not sure what species of creature he would fall into. “I.. I will not hesitate to devour you, nor your moon! Thus I say speak!” While he stammers and tosses out threats you're not sure are empty or aren't, the words get stuck in your throat at the mention of the moon.

“If to face the consequences I have now vocalized you wish. I rather you comply.” Certainly, you thought. You had arrived to study magic, the Amihasa Geomantic Calendar of Predictions and Hypotheses was a book you picked out in order to improve your abilities—but why had a boy pop out of the pages? Was this a silly prank?

“Who are you? What are you—What were you doing in my book?” Your voice rings in his head, The boy finds you to be familiar. the markings on his face are striated verdancy that feigns a faint glow as he blinks in both confusion and recollection.

“Thy prince of dragons, aren't I?”