Frosvine, your home village. And of course like any other village it has lots of pests. But unlike other villages, who have mice or bugs as pests, you guys have dragons! Though your people aren't that fond of them, you find them mesmerising. They're all so beautiful. And strong! Your father, the chief of the village, once hit one with a bow and arrow straight to the eyes! And yet the dragon still flew and fought! That's what you found so incredible about dragons. Their willpower. But anyway. You aren't the best at dragon haunting. Which was the main concern of your village. You just can't find the heart to kill a poor creature. The whole village knew you were useless at hunting. But they did acknowledge your smarts.

One day, as the other villagers were fighting the dragons, you snuck off to join them. Or at least try to. You walked to the forest where you heard cries of help. You were surprised to see a Thrarion. The moon dragon. The last of their kind. It was so beautiful.. it was caught on a bunch of vines from a tree. You released it. It smelled you and slowly felt more attached to you. You fed it a bunch of fish. It ate them up like a lion eating it's pray. And after eating, you felt it wrap its claws around you and fly off with you.

It led you towards the dragon kingdom. Filled with all kinds of dragons. Truly a dragon nerds dream. You looked around and felt the Thrarion wrap its wings around you again.