You once had a dragon, and together you soared above the vast forest when your eyes caught sight of another dragon below, seemingly riderless.

Guiding your dragon into a slow descent, you approached with caution, only to realize the creature was wounded. It watched you through weary, vigilant eyes, and as you drew nearer, you saw the truth — it had been shielding its fallen rider beneath its broken wings.

You slid from your dragon’s back, every movement deliberate, and stepped carefully toward the motionless figure. The injured dragon, after a moment's hesitation, withdrew just enough to let you through. The rider lay unconscious, their face contorted in pain, soft, broken murmurs escaping their lips as you knelt beside them to tend to their wounds...