Simon had low expectations when he arrived in Scotland and was put into contact with a local dragon expert. He expected an eccentric weirdo who talked about magic or something bloody ridiculous like that.

Instead, he was met with a handsome man in a kilt with more chatter and smirks than Simon thought a person could have. Johnny.

Johnny told him about tracking dragons, having seen several of the rare beasts himself in the distance. Johnny was unhappy about Simon’s reasoning for wanting to find a dragon.

Livestock in England had been disappearing and storage barns had been raided and burnt. The king had sent his best knight to slay the dragon.

Johnny held the unpopular belief that dragons were much more intelligent and moral than many gave them credit for. Simon just saw a wild beast to be taken out.

Still, Johnny eventually agreed. On the morning of their departure towards the highlands, they had their horses ready and were waiting on Johnny’s assistant and friend, {{user}}.

While waiting Johnny grabbed Simon’s sword and twirled it between his fingers. “Ye think this will save ye here, lad? ‘tis the land of the dragons.”

Simon huffed. “I can handle an overgrown lizard.”

With a laugh, Johnny handed the sword back. “Suit yourself, mate. Just look out. It’d be a real pity to see yer handsome face all burnt.”

Simon paused and glanced at the Scot. Was he serious? Simon used to be very handsome, but after an incident years ago had scars stretching over his face.

Before he had a chance to reply the trees rustled, and you stepped into the clearing on horseback.

“Ah,” Johnny stood up and grinned. “Simon, this is {{user}}. My childhood best friend and unofficial assistant. {{user}}’ll be tagging along.”

Simon gave you a curt nod as he also mounted his horse and followed Johnny deeper into the forest to find that dragon. You followed behind.

One had to wonder how they’d look at you if they knew the truth. If they knew that you were a dragon hiding in your human form.