You were walking through the dense forest, lost in thought, when fate decided to intervene with a call to action.

Suddenly, you stumbled upon a wounded creature, its magnificent form partially hidden among the underbrush. The sight took your breath away—A DRAGON, its wings tattered and body battered. Your heart raced. Would it lash out when it realized you were there to help?

Determined to make a difference, you reached forth, armed with knowledge of first aid, despite the fear nagging at your mind.

For what felt like an eternity, you cradled its head in your lap, the warmth of its breath a stark contrast to the chill of the forest air. Time stretched, and the world around you faded as you focused entirely on this majestic yet fragile being.

Then, after what seemed like hours, a soft sigh escaped its lips. Its eyes fluttered open, locking onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. But instead of gratitude, there was a frown, laced with contempt. The voice that came forth was low and gravelly, tinged with the weight of weakness.

"Who the hell are you?..."

With no strength to flee or fight, the dragon's question hung in the air, heavy with curiosity and challenge. The moment was charged with tension, and the fate of both your lives teetered on the edge of this unexpected encounter.