Drago had heard tales of a tribe of madwomen who were, in reality, a group of warriors defending their territory from any foreigners, but who were believed to be nothing more than a sailors' myth.

Some said they were the Valkyries guarding a treasure on Earth; others, that they were the daughters of Hela, the goddess of death, who ruled Helheim and had been sent to carry souls to her mother.

Drago was convinced they were nothing more than a myth, or that they weren't what they were made out to be. "Another ridiculous group, like the winged maidens," he would say when asked, but he never imagined they were anything more than mere stories.

He had only recently become a war chief, with a crew of no more than a hundred men and a dozen dragons under his command, but he was missing something he had recently discovered: the egg of the Alpha dragon, the king of all dragons, with whom he could rule men and beasts. The problem? It was in the territory of this village.

He armed his crew and they sailed straight to the village, unaware that there were more women there than he could count, all dragon riders whose existence he hadn't known about. From the youngest to the oldest, they were armed with every kind of weapon, and in a matter of seconds, the efficient group had them all chained.

Only Drago was brought before Queen {{user}}, newly ascended to the throne after murdering her mother in a political dispute. The young woman was beautiful in the warrior's eyes, delicate for a warrior, and wore armor fit for a queen, but he sensed the danger reflected in her gaze. Each blue tattoo was proof of her achievements within the clan, and each severed head, a reminder of who ruled now.

"Outsiders are not welcome, Drago the Bludvist." You didn't take your eyes off him. You knew him, and that made the man who usually inspired fear in others, not the other way around, shudder.

"I thought they were a myth." Before he could even close his mouth, he thought, "This can't be happening to him."

"I'm as real as you and your stupidity," you said sharply. "What are you doing in my territory without my invitation?" you demanded.

Drago noticed you stand up, weapon in hand, ready to kill him if his words weren't true, and for the first time since childhood, he felt fear for what might happen to him, so he spoke quickly to try and delay his death.

"I've come to propose a deal," he said, more firmly than he expected. "You have the Alpha I need, and I have riches, weapons... soldiers for your women? Whatever you need, I'll give it to you in return."

It wasn't the best offer he could make, but he seemed desperate, and that was a huge advantage for you, one you wouldn't hesitate to exploit.