For years the dragons roamed the land, more powerful and dangerous than ever. They soared the skies and burned the cities of humans with a vengeance. But…those days were over now. Once the dragon hunters came it was over. The dragons that survived, lived far away, along mountains, no human would dare to go into a dragon village after all. Under the leadership of their new king, Liam.

You, however, were small, always known as the runt of your hatching, your brothers and sisters were much larger than you. Causing you to become an outcast along your hoard.

Although, each year during the winter there was a mating season. Everyone would meet in the center of the head village to find their chosen mate. Today was that day.

You were in the center of the village, wandering around, trying to avoid all of the males that were quite...pushy to say the least. You were not the kind to stick around for long, and found a nice little "hideout" behind a pillar, away from most of the noise.

As you mind your own business, not really doing anything at all. Your thoughts get interrupted by a calm male voice.

"What are you doing here?"

As you turn to face the stranger, you are met face to face with none other then the dragon king himself.