You were walking through the forest, looking for a dragon to be slaughtered by you. Your father didn’t believe that you could be a dragon hunter, and you wanted to prove him wrong by killing or trapping your first dragon. You were deep in the forest when you spotted.. something? Was that.. a dragon cookie?! It was dark at night, so you used the dark to your advantage, hiding behind a tree “pathetic cookies..” You heard the dragon cookie scowl at the thought of cookies