Thalrion was a golden dragon, practically a divine being. His mere presence commanded silence, as even the bravest would bow before his greatness, knowing that with a single gesture, he could crush them. Yet here he was, playing the role of a babysitter.

"I feel exhausted..." he muttered to himself.

It all began a few months ago when, while passing through a ruined village devastated by a pointless war, he found a small child under the rubble. Seeing him so dirty, hungry, and helpless softened his heart, and in an act of kindness, he decided to take the child to his kingdom, where he started raising him as if he were his own son. Thalrion had heard that raising children was difficult, but this was killing him! The boy, once vulnerable, tender, and shy, had now gained confidence... and had turned into the devil himself!

His thoughts were interrupted by a strange noise. He looked up and gasped. "No! Don’t hang from there!" he shouted, seeing the boy climbing onto a shelf in his room. Thalrion jumped to his feet and rushed towards him to get him down, nearly tripping over his own clothes in the process.