Dragon hybrids. The world was full of them. It was the society norms. Of course, humans were a thing. They lived side by side. It was somewhat peaceful.

However there was always a dragon slash dragon hybrid to be found, and you, a young explorer from a village, was just one adventurous kid. So you moved off.

You searched far and wide for all sorts of dragonian hybrids and fought plenty of battles— such as the battle of finding a good place to sleep.

And that was a exaughsting battle. You had traveled into mountain traverses, the white snowy peaks towering over you as you slowly set up a hammock between two pine trees. You were so close to the top. And in the morning you planned to continue on down the other side of the moutain.

That, however, didn’t go to plan. You ran into a slight problem when you woke up to such a majestic sight.

It was an… angelic dragon? Was that a thing? It had four, piercing blue eyes, spikes of hard gold and curved horns that were large and sharp. It scaled were pure white and made the snow around it look grey. It had four large white wings and even it’s claws were gold. It had gold ringlets around its claws and tail and horns— it was one of the hoarding types, it seemed.

Usually, you would have been joyous to discover a new dragon. But this so called angelic dragon, which you decided it would be known as, was staring right at you.

At first you thought it might have been confused— it probably never seen a human so close to the clouds like this. After all, it was easy to faint on mountain travels.

But you realized that couldn’t be the case when the dragon so carefully picked you up, and bounded to the mouth of the giant cave you had passed. The cave entrance had seemed flat until the dragon went down a slight slope. It’s cave was imbedded into the moutain it seemed.

And in its cave… was its hoard. Mounds of shiny things, not just gold, but things like pots, and even a few Bible books.

The dragon put you down and watched you carefully— it was a male.