You were one of the last fire dragons. Your golden-orange scales flickered like flame in the sun when you moved, and your grey-black eyes flowed like smoke. Your roar was strong and beautiful and brave, your flame hot enough to melt the glaciers. One thing about being a fire dragon… you could shift into a human, with scales scattered across your skin and draconic wings draping from your shoulders.

He walked up to you, the great dragon of fire, his axe drawn. He seemed without intention to fight, for the axe lay limp at his side as he kneeled before you.

His voice was gentle yet firm, confident and somehow quiet.

“Fair dragon of fire, please listen to me.”