A dragon without a rider is a tradgety. A rider without a dragon is dead.

Youd heard those words a thousand times over since you’d joined the Taskforce, being one of the few who already had a dragon before you officially became a member.

Price, along with your instructors, always held you in high regard. A prodigy with a strong bond and dragon to match. Everything was going well.

The taskforce was ambushed. Price ordered you all to take duo teams. You were with price. He thought you two had succeeded with little to no injuries… then he heard a gut wrenching scream as You collapsed, your dragon lay bloodied and gutted, dead on the forest floor, its blood painting the grass a rich red just a few meters away from you. This was it.