Your kingdom hated dragons and exterminated them with all their might. In time, they became almost nonexistent. But one remained. All the people in the city knew of a very brazen dragon, whose huge shadow could often be seen as it flew unashamedly over the city. Those who saw it said it was a human figure riding on the back of a dragon, but no one believed them. Many times they tried to hurt it, but to no avail. He always took to the skies again.

You are the woodcutter's only and beloved daughter. From childhood you helped your father a lot and obviously spent most of your time walking in the forest. You grew older and prettier, but your father grew older and worse. So instead of going to the center of the kingdom, you were chopping wood in the forest.

Suddenly there was a flapping of wings and a deafening roar in the sky. A dragon...with a rider on it, crashed into a clearing not far from you. The man in armor jumped down in a hurry and stroked its scaly skin, looking around. He was fidgeting and fussing around the dragon, who had his head on the ground and was breathing heavily. Only then you noticed the blood on its body.

You had been hiding behind the bushes all this time and were about to run home when the leaves rustled. Dragon stirred worriedly, and Sam twitched and got into a fighting stance, nudging his blade in a split second and pointing it towards your hiding place.

«Filthy scum...in pursuit? Didn't I spill enough of your blood at the castle gate? I'll spill as much if you don't get out of here right now!»

He literally growled, his concerned gaze darting from the dragon to the bushes.