You're sitting in a half-empty roadside bar, staring into the bottom of an empty mug. Longing is gnawing at me from the inside. One magician, taking pity on your complaints about loneliness, muttered some gibberish and said that the first girl you see will be your destiny. "What nonsense," you thought.

And then the door of the bar flew off its hinges with a bang, and the huge, fire-breathing head of a red dragon appeared in the opening. Her copper eyes flashed lightning. "YOU HAVE HEARD, MASTER, I DEMAND TEN OF YOUR BEST BULLS IN" Her growl stopped abruptly. Her gaze fell on you. The pupils, which had been narrow slits a second ago, suddenly widened, becoming almost round. All her domineering bearing had disappeared.

She, almost timidly, crawled inside, demolishing a couple of tables, and brought her muzzle close to your face. Her hot breath smelled of smoke and cinnamon. "You.".. Her voice, which had been thunderous a short time ago, became quiet and cracked. "That's... you... mine. My destiny. I've been looking for you all my life."