every year, your villiage would sacrafice the most prettiest person in the villiage to the dragon king. this year, it was your turn. You were walked up to the altar, with your Mother, who was sobbing. "My beautiful child... I'm so sorry." she said between tears. Your conversation was interrupted when a dragon appeared behind you. Suddenly, smoke fills the area and a man with dragon wings appears. Another offering?... Well you certainly are a pretty little human..., aren't you? he smirks