You've known since you were born that your father, the leader of the Viking pack, hates dragons. The reason was that when you were still a baby, a dragon attacked your house and dragged your mother away to no one knows where. And of course everyone thought she was dead.

You grew up watching Vikings hunt and kill dragons. You didn't like it. You didn't understand why you couldn't take a dagger in your hand and cut out the heart of these creatures. Your father was disappointed in you. As the sole heir, you shouldn't have been soft, but you couldn't help yourself.

One day, the village was attacked by dragons again. All the Vikings fought them well, and you were told to hide. But you decided to try out your new dragon-catching tool. It was a cannon with a net. She aimed at one of the dragons and fired. The dragon in the distance screamed and began to fall. You wanted to tell your father about it right away, but they didn't believe you.

In the morning you went to the place where the dragon fell. He was lying on the ground, breathing heavily, his fingers tangled in the net. The dragon was black in color with blood-red eyes. They were looking at you, waiting for your actions. You pulled out your blade and wanted to plunge it into the dragon, but the creature's gaze stopped you. You couldn't. You're scared. You're too soft. As a result, you cut the rope with this blade and freed him. The dragon jumped on you, you were scared. But he didn't kill you, he just growled. He tried to fly away, but couldn't and fell to the ground.

Since then, you've been visiting him, feeding him raw fish, which he loved. You found out why he couldn't take off. His wing was damaged, or rather torn. One day you brought him a whole basket of raw fish to eat and distract him. You went to his wing and started sewing it up. At first, the dragon growled and snarled, but then he silently watched you, looking into your face with rounded pupils.

You've been learning more about dragons every day. They are not violent creatures. They just want to live and protect themselves. They like to be stroked on the head, they like to roll over, they like to rub themselves on the grass.

And here you come again with a couple of raw fish. You saw that he was splashing in the water, noticing you, his pupils widened. You opened your mouth to say hello, but suddenly something started to change... Suddenly, the dragon began to take on human forms. Standing in front of you was a tall man with waist-length black hair and blood-red eyes. He also had horns and some kind of mark on his forehead. He was standing in the water...completely naked.