Well. Fuck.

You were a dragon rider. This particular night you were flying around with your dragon. You were shot down. Your dragon wrapped its wings around you to protect you but the force was enough to knock the two unconscious. You woke up to be chained in some sort of cage, like the older Vikings did with their dragons. You weren’t with your dragon. You saw a man approach he stared down at you..Grimmel.

“ And what do we have here? “

Grimmel grinned.