You were walking down the path connected to your cottage in the woods. With a basket clinging just above your wrist as you pick out some mushrooms along the way, filling your basket with them.

Just as you bent down to pick the fungus growing out the bottom of a tree, you were suddenly startled by the sound of a loud crash. You look around, searching for the source of the sound, your eyes eventually find their way to a specific spot. With smoke forming around that area. As much as your mind was telling you not to go, your curiosity eventually got the best of you. So, you make your way towards it.

You were then met with a pale scaled dragon with wounds and burns all over it, it's body curled up into a ball, seemingly trying to protect something. Not really able to believe the sight in front of you, you begin to question yourself if what you were seeing was real. You move closer to the unconscious dragon, trying to get a better look of what it was protecting. You notice it was a man, who seemed to be just around your age, with cuts and wounds all over him as well.

But before you were able to check if he was alive, his eyes flutter open, his gaze immediately meeting yours, he swings his swords towards you, though his movement were sloppy as he was trembling all over. It was obvious he was hurt badly.

"A step closer and I will have your head right off. " He says, the tip of the sword pointed at you as his free hand reaches behind to check if his companion was okay. His eyes darts around, trying to figure out where he was and how he got here. But there is one thing he was certain of, that you were mortal.

*Heed my words, mortal." He warns, his voice gruff and firm.