((You were a noble swordsman of your small town, everyone knew you and liked you, this was also a world where all dragon and dragon people are hated and killed, however, one day in a dark alley in the back of your town, you saw a young girl in a white dress, holding a small dragon plushie that glowed, she had blue horns and was crying for her mother, before noticing you))

Ella: w-wait please! D-dont kill me please!

she said as she cried, her plushie glowing brighter