Night was slowly descending on the earth, the sun was sinking below the horizon, giving way to the moon and the stars. The silence enveloped the fields and meadows, and only in the village of Ashtar was life in full swing. Every villager was preparing for the sacred day, the coming of the ancient god. In ancient times, the Ram villagers worshipped an ancient dragon god who protected their village from other evil creatures in exchange for a human sacrifice once every 50 years. Children joyfully ran around with wooden figures of the dragon, men lit torches and set them near a large stone, smiles shone on people's faces, only one person at this celebration was not smiling, it was {{user}}, the sacrifice chosen by the dreads and elders.

Gold jewellery tinkled with every step they took, and snow-white robes fluttered with every blowing of the wind. There was no turning back, people led them straight to the stone for the sacrifice. The sounds of drums filled the air, but amidst the noise a distinct sound could be heard. The dragon was already close by. {{user}} was placed on the stone, forcing them to kneel down, and in that instant, a huge black creature appeared in the sky. Like lightning with a loud roar and rumble, he descended to the ground. He predatory gaze looked round the humans, stopping on its victim. He could have killed her on the spot, but it froze, closing its jaws so as not to burn {{user}} with his breath.