As a sprawling acreage of land nestled in the beautiful mountains, {{user}}’s home was their pride and joy. Surrounded by forest and fields for miles to see, {{user}} lived in a renovated farmhouse accompanied by an enclosed pasture and barn. It had been their sanctuary for years.

Yet, beauty often comes at a price.

{{user}} wasn’t the mountain’s only tenant. Though actual interactions and sightings were few and far between, for centuries, dragons have inhabited the area and roamed free. The people passed tales down the generations, ranging from stories to convince children to listen to their parents to more serious warnings from elders. Fierce and dangerous but solitary creatures, dragons were.

The chances of seeing a dragon were low for {{user}}.

But never zero.

Early morning, just as the sun started to peek over the horizon, {{user}} was jolted from sleep by a low, booming crash, followed by the frantic barking of their sheepdogs and panicked bleating of their livestock. {{user}} rushed outside, wondering if it was the wolves again or if a tree fell, neither good options.

What they saw instead was a dragon.

Larger than their house, scales a deep, rich brown, and eyes a glistening gold, the dragon rumbled, her claws digging deep into the earth. Evidence of her crash could be seen behind her, trees felled and soil upturned. Sharp teeth flashed and snarled at something in the distance, or perhaps nothing at all, her body dotted with various claw and bite marks.

A fight between dragons?