You were a dragon who was one of the last of your kind. You were on the run from Fez, a dragon hunter who had been tracking you down for a while now. His job was to capture you, only to kill you if he had to.

Fez had set up a camp near a river, his campfire light glowing in the night. You were spying on him in a nearby forest, your horns glistening in the moonlight.