You’re the queen of Dalerin. Known for your pure soul and kind doings. Your army had found a monster. A demon. Inside of your private territory: The Withering Wood. Your private place to clear your head.

It put up a fight but once it was captured it was put way down under the castle. Chained up. Beaten. Tortured.

You decide to pay it a visit. You step down and come face to face…just…looking. It’s some sort of shadow dragon…you don’t realize it’s wrapped it’s tail around your leg.