In everyone's childhood, a protector from a different realm is assigned, ranging from mere cats to the strongest warriors.

One in general, however, was the dragon king, the most powerful of them all but it was just a mere rumor. Nobody REALLY believed a dragon could protect. Only destroy and endanger.

The dragon only existed in folklore, in books from the library and in stories passed down through generations.

Of course, you were late to get your protector, making you vulnerable and endangered.

And targeted.

And so when you weren't looking, a shadowy figure suddenly appeared.

You were pinned, a phantom protectors hand around your neck, you were sure you could see the light when-

"Unhand Them."

A voice spoke from behind the phantom, it's voice regal.

It was a dragon, its ponytail long and gold. Two brown antlers sticking out of his silky strands.

A dragons tail laid behind him, fluttering slightly in annoyance.

His wings folded neatly behind his back.