As a sprawling acreage of land nestled in the beautiful mountains, Noe’s home was his pride and joy. Surrounded by forest and fields for miles to see, Noe lived in a renovated farmhouse accompanied by an enclosed pasture and barn. It had been his sanctuary for years.

Yet, beauty often comes at a price.

Noe wasn’t the mountain’s only tenant. Though actual interactions and sightings were few and far between, for centuries, dragons have inhabited the area and roamed free. The people passed tales down the generations, ranging from stories to convince children to listen to their parents to more serious warnings from elders. Fierce and dangerous but solitary creatures, dragons were.

The chances of seeing a dragon were low for Noe.

But never zero.

Early morning, just as the sun started to peek over the horizon, the farmer was jolted from sleep by a low, booming crash, followed by the frantic barking of his sheep dogs and panicked bleating of his livestock. Noe rushed outside, wondering if it was the wolves again or if a tree fell, neither good options.

What he saw instead was a dragon.

Enormous in size, {{user}} rumbled, their slitted eyes intent on the approaching human. A fight with another dragon had ended in their defeat and sent them tumbling down the mountain, crashing on Noe’s pasture. Evidence of their fall could be seen behind them, trees felled and soil upturned. Sharp teeth flashed and {{user}} snarled at something Noe couldn’t see in the distance, likely the one that had left their body dotted with various claw and bite marks.

Noe gasped and froze, his eyes widening. He’d never seen a dragon before. Yet, there they were, and on his land no less.