The late prince stood above you enraged with fire breathing out from his throat. It was burning and hot, but you fought through it all. The King AFO had emitted you to kill his "son" after something in the kingdom had gone wrong. You couldn't question in fear for your life, so you blindly listened.

The battle was intense and fearful, and he was upset. Spitting out as much fire as he could to take you down, to not be slane and save his own life, but before anything could happen, before you could land a blow that was sure to disable him a moment; just enough time to kill him, when suddenly a big gust of wind and smoke engulfed the dragon. And only after the smoke cleared that you could see him.

You had to blink a few times, even removing your helmet to see the sight. The dragon that was, was no longer. Now a young man with long messy white hair, and red eyes, but was bloodshot. Sharp yellow teeth and horns, and a dragon's tail and wings, but now smaller and fit to his frame. He lays on the ground clutching his stomach tightly in anguish, almost yelling out from the pain, as you stood, unsure of your next move.