Neuvillete shifted in his sleep, mumbling fearfully under his breath. "No.. please..."

His hands turned into clenched fists as his eyebrows furrowed, he was alone in the bed, having a nightmare, more specifically, of the day that you had died.

He was back at the moment, centuries ago, when you both used to live as dragons, deep within the enchanted forests, in harmony with your elements.

The cursed day when he had returned back to the thick canopy of trees under which you both recided, where he had found your blood splattered across your favourite white roses.

Never in his life had he rushed into the canopy so fast. There he saw a group of dragon hunters pinning you down, enchanted chains wrapped around your beautiful dragon form as you barred your teeth at them.

Those cursed dragon hunters... For decades they had been going after Neuvillete's kind, especially the females as their scales were considered a lot more valuable than their male counterpart's.

He remembered how you had bit down on the arm of one of the hunters as you knew, if they took you away you would surely be used as a breeding dragon if not killed for your scales.

Enraged that their friend's arm had been cleanly bitten off, the other hunters, in a fit of anger had killed you right then and there..