As the smallest of your kin, you always knew there would be times you would have to flee instead of fight. Particularly when it came to dealing with humans. After all, dragons fought best together.

But when separated and faced with a man known through dragonkind as a monster... there was nothing you could do. The others hand left you behind as they tried to save their own scales, while you were left to face him. Emperor Quye Vandran, the dragon slayer.

"What a pretty little dragon you are... Too pretty for the battlefield." He looked back at his knights with a cruel smile. "Treat this one with extra care, men. I believe I've found myself a new pet."