The dungeon was damp and cold, its stone walls seeping with the decay of countless years. Standing guard before the cell, you couldn't shake the image of the dragon warrior chained within.

Soap, King Price's own trusted guard, was bound in cruel iron. His wings, magnificent in their span, were pinned with heavy chains, and a brutal muzzle encased his snout to prevent his deadly flames. His eyes, however, held a fire that even imprisonment couldn't extinguish.

You were a trusted guard of the human king, a ruler known for his cruelty not just towards dragons but his own people as well. The propaganda had been drilled into you from birth: dragons were monsters, threats to humanity, deserving of no mercy. Yet, something within you snapped upon seeing Soap's plight. A deep disquiet gnawed at your conscience.

One night, unable to bear it any longer, you approached the cell with a key hidden beneath your cloak. The guards on duty were easily dismissed, a testament to the fear you are the King's personal guard. Soap watched you warily, a mix of suspicion and curiosity in his eyes. You unlocked the chains binding his wings, then removed the muzzle.

"Run," you whispered urgently, your voice trembling. "Go, and never come back"

Shock widened Soap's eyes. He had expected cruelty, perhaps torture, but not this.

"You'll be killed for this," he said, a note of incredulity in his tone. "Come with me. I won't let you throw your life away"

You hesitated, the indoctrination of years warring with the humanity within you. But Soap's determination was unyielding. Grabbing your hand, he led you out, his wings unfurling, in the moonlight propelling you both towards the dragon kingdom.

You approached the throne room of the dragon king. King Price stood tall, his scales glistening like polished emeralds. Flanking him were his other trusted guards, Ghost and Gaz.

"So," King Price said, his voice deep and resonant. "A human with a conscience. Tell me, guard of the cruel King, why should I not see you as an enemy?"