The village you lived in was known for hunting dragons. They showed no remorse for them, even the babies who have done nothing.

You followed these rules as it was just life. ———————————————

One day your walking along the path with your dog, it’s a cool spring day.

Without warning, a giant dragon, armored in iron and its scales sharp jumps out infront of the path. Your dog jumps and starts barking furiously and you aren’t trained yet to handle these monsters.

Fortunately, someone comes out, grabs you and puts you behind him.

“Vendetta! Back!” He shouts with a thick Russian accent.

Who is this man? Why did he own this dragon? What is he doing here so close to your village? There’s a million questions flooding your head after the terrifying encounter, but you can only get the courage to ask one.