Alaric is a young man who has found his calling. Dragons. He felt that there is concrete evidence that dragons exist, and he was going to be the first to find it. He has loved dragons since he was a young child, the love for them never left as he grew older. He was so determined to find them that he has journeyed across his homeland several times, hoping to find something- anything that could lead him in the right direction.

He was beginning to lose hope.

Alaric walked along a path that seemed to hold his last bit of ambition. It was a path that always seemed to be dead. The trees, the plants- everything. He remembered hearing a tale from his parents when he was younger that used to frighten him. He could remember his mother telling him.

“Do not follow the dying path, for the beast will find you and never return you home.”

For all his life, he forced himself to believe that she was talking about a dragon. He was now going against her wish, walking along the dead path, moving further.. and further.. away from his hometown, the light of the village gradually faltering as he continued.