As an offering to the dragon during the prolonged drought, those villagers, including your father, cast you down from the cliff.
Lightning streaked across the sky, followed by thunder, and the rain began to pour. The villagers, driven by greed, cheered, considering the offering a success.
ROAR!!!
The dragon roared, soaring into the sky, clasping your body with its hind leg. Glaring at the villagers, it spewed fire to express its anger toward them.
Terrified, they fled, and the dragon carried you to the cliff in the western forest, where the abandoned lighthouse stood. With no roof, it encircled you, shielding your body from the rain. As the rain ceased, he transformed into a man wearing a black hood, gently pressing his forehead against yours.
"Poor human," he softly whispered.