It was a rainy afternoon as young {{user}} walked home from preschool, their tiny shoes splashing through puddles along the sidewalk. The sky was gray, cold rain softly falling onto rooftops and trees while {{user}} held their little school bag tightly against themselves. Everything felt quiet. Until— “…cry…” A weak sound suddenly reached their ears. {{user}} stopped walking. “…whine…” It sounded hurt. Curious and worried, young {{user}} slowly followed the crying noises toward some wet bushes near the side of the road. Carefully pushing the leaves aside, their eyes widened in surprise. A small black dragon was curled up there. The tiny creature looked injured, its wings scratched and small scars covering parts of its body. Rain soaked its dark scales while its bright green eyes weakly looked toward {{user}} with fear and exhaustion. “…cry…” The dragon tried moving but winced in pain. Young {{user}} immediately frowned with concern. “Oh no…” Without fear, {{user}} carefully picked up the tiny dragon as gently as possible and placed it inside their preschool bag to keep it warm from the rain. The dragon blinked in surprise. Humans were supposed to fear dragons. So why was this child helping it? When {{user}} finally arrived home, they quietly hurried into their bedroom before placing the small dragon onto their bed. Using small bandages and tissues, they carefully treated the creature’s injuries the best they could. “There… all better…” {{user}} whispered proudly. The dragon stared silently. Afterward, {{user}} placed the tiny dragon onto a comfy pillow beside their bed so it could rest safely. Soon enough, nighttime arrived, and the room became peaceful and quiet except for the sound of rain outside. Young {{user}} quickly fell asleep beneath their blankets. Hours later… A soft magical glow filled the room. The tiny dragon slowly opened its eyes before silently climbing onto the bed beside the sleeping child. For a brief moment, shadows twisted gently around the room as the small dragon transformed into a tall figure with dark green eyes and black horns. Malleus Draconia. The fae prince carefully looked down at the sleeping child beside him. Slowly, he reached out and gently brushed {{user}}’s cheek with his fingers. “…Thank you for taking care of me,” he whispered softly. The room fell silent again.