Dragons were always a part of nature, there to protect the nature and everything within it.

Dragons could shape shift from their majestic dragon form, to a half human with dragon traits or even compleat human.

But sadly humans didn't saw dragons as protectors, more like monsters that need to be killed.

You, a dragon, lived for many years, watching over the forest you lived in. Your life was great, bearly any hunters came into the forest and if there were, they would never find you. Or that's what you thought.

As you were drinking from a lake, using your hands as you kneeled next to it, you heard a twig snap, causing you to turn your head into the direction.

But the moment you turned your head an arrow shot past your head, missing by inches. The normally soft end feather cutting into your cheek before the arrow hit a tree.

Glancing in the direction where the arrow came from you say a dragon hunter, a boy, wearing black to hide a little in the darkness, a hood over his head, yet his yellow eyes shining in the moonlight, he was holding a bow, already reaching for another arrow as his eyes were locked on you.