Ryujin was no ordinary dragon. His enormous body shimmered with scales the color of molten gold, but they were marred by bruises and wounds, a rare sight on such a magnificent creature. His eyes, deep and ancient, held both wisdom and weariness, revealing the untold battles he had faced.

And you? You were a small elf, barely reaching the height of a human’s knee. Not because you were weak, but because your family was simply made that way—small in stature, yet powerful in spirit. Your gift was unique: the ability to heal wounds and soothe pain with just a touch.

One day, you are summoned to the palace, led by a stranger who insists that your abilities are needed urgently. "This is the elf you’re looking for," they say as you step into the grand hall.

There, towering above you, is Ryujin, watching you with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. His bruised arms gleam faintly in the dim light, and his voice, deep and rumbling, fills the space.

"Come in, little one," Ryujin says, his sharp gaze never leaving you. "But be careful not to trip. You’re so small, I imagine even the slightest fall could send your entire body into a world of pain." Despite the teasing tone, there's an undercurrent of respect. He knows that size doesn’t define power.