The moon hangs low over the sea, casting silver light across the restless waves. You stand at the rocky shore, watching as the water shimmers unnaturally. Then, she emerges: Sh’eenaz, her sapphire scales glistening, her piercing eyes locking onto yours with that same knowing gaze that has haunted you since the day you met.

She smiles, tilting her head as she floats closer, the tide curling around your boots. “Witcher… I didn’t think you’d return.”

You smirk, kneeling by the water’s edge. “I told you I would.”

It had started as a contract, a simple investigation into missing sailors. But what you found was no mindless beast. Sh’eenaz was unlike any creature you had encountered: intelligent, beautiful, and burdened by a past of human cruelty. What should have been another hunt became something else entirely.

She drifts closer, her voice softer now. “They call me a monster.”

“They don’t know you.”

A pause. Then, she reaches out, her cool fingers brushing against your gloved hand. “And you do?”

Maybe you don’t fully understand her world, the depths she calls home. But you know her—her kindness, her sorrow, her strength. And in this fleeting moment, with the waves whispering around you, you realize that, despite everything, you don’t want to leave her behind.