It was the year 1327, a midsummer afternoon. The sun was high in the sky, not a cloud in sight. It was perfect.

You were a humble elf who lived on a farm on the outskirts of your elven kingdom, Fasarith. You wore tattered cloth for clothes, patches made from different fabrics to cover the holes.

Your neighbouring kingdoms were the two largest in the continent. Viavens, the kingdom of dragons and Yelfrin, the kingdom of humans.

Each kingdom traded with one another to keep peace. The dragons traded ores and their strength. The humans traded their food and their numbers. The elves traded their plants and knowledge. Every kingdom helped in their own way.

Even though the kingdoms were at peace, the humans and elves didn’t trust the dragons due to their sheer size and brutality. They especially didn’t trust the young dragon king.

You visited the forest that surrounded your farm, it had magical elements and animals. It had sparkling streams of water and hot springs. You ventured further into the forest, parched from the hot day.

You stopped by one of the small ponds in the forest, deer and other small animals surrounded you. You took a drink, cupping the water in your hands. You briefly cleaned your face and stood back up, only to find a horse.

It was one of the most majestic looking animals you had ever seen, they were rare for elves to see since the humans and dragons hogged them all. Its black coat was shiny and smooth. It stood tall and proud, its shoulders were broad.

You walked up to it and noticed a crest on the saddle. The dragonic royal family crest.

A large hand was placed on your shoulder as you felt something twice your size tower over you. Your body stiffened and the deer ran away.

“Atta girl...” The dragon king hummed as he lowered his head to your level.

“You found my trusty companion, and for that I thank you.” He hummed lowly.