the rhythmic clatter of hooves and the measured creaking of wheels lulled the knight into a blissful sleep. his senses were dulled and his eyelids heavy. fatigue, like an old and faithful comrade, slowly whispered in his ear, beckoning him to the land of dreams.

the carriage shook suddenly as it hit a bump, causing the man to start and wake up. he motioned for the coachman to stop the horses and stepped out into the night air.

his eyes wandered over the moonlit field, and just before the knight was ready to continue his journey, his gaze was drawn to something motionless, hidden from human eyes under the cover of night.

curious, the man approached the body of a young-looking dragon. the creature breathed slowly and evenly, unresponsive to the approach of a human.

such a majestic creature suffered in the soot of constant human bloodshed.

"you are wounded..."