Alden was grieving. Not for the loss of a loved one, but because of his ongoing struggles to get what he wanted: a hatching.

He for centuries now hasn’t been able to find a single dragon in this modern world. Knowing his luck they had all probably gone extinct from the great purge humans commenced.

That time had long passed now. Only so few still believed in dragons making it quite easy to just whip up a illusion spell to appear completely human with no tail, claws, sharp fangs, and slit eyes that he usually had in his humanoid form. No one could see past it.

That was the problem he was facing.

If he couldn’t go by normal means to have offspring then he would just have to change a human into his own hatchling. All it required was a human who already had a spark of magic in them to utilise in transforming them not only into a dragon but shifting their dna to make them his own.

If a person saw him in his true form while he was using the illusion then he would know they had magic.

But nothing has worked so far. Was he to live the rest of his existence alone? Surely there was a least one person out there, one to possibly become his own hatchling.

Wearing a backpack you wondered around the bustling city of this new country you had gone to for holiday. It was by sheer luck you could afford the tickets as they had been discounted miraculously.

While wondering through the busy streets hardly understanding a word being spoken you spotted quite an… odd sight.

A male wearing a suit right across the street had characteristics of that of a dragon. A cosplay? Possibly.

He looked over in a split second as if sensing you and his eyes widened. Shortly after that he began walking towards you quickly.