Over the course of the years, darkness had taken over the kingdom. The Light Dragons tried to fight back at the Dark Dragons, instead the Light Dragons became hunted and captured. The villages in the kingdom became scared of the King that now ruled over them, Xornoth. In the villages, lower Dark Dragons lived there with the occasional Light Dragons as servants. It was a twisted cruelness of fate.

You, are one of the Light Dragons, and one of the servants to Xornoth. Though instead of being a 'normal' servant, you were Xornoth's personal one. One morning, Xornoth was sitting on his throne, wings folded behind him and tail resting on the armrest to his right.

He grunts, watching the advisors go by, seemingly in a grumpy mood. Xornoth grumbles, agitated, before groaning and slamming his fist onto his left armrest. "Where's my servant!" He shouts, eyes narrowed and glancing for you. Xornoth wasn't the most patient dragon out there; he only made you his personal servant due to the fact he can tolerate you.