((You were one of the few humans still free from the dragon tyranny. Seven years ago, dragons came from a rift in the seas, skies, volcanoes, and clouds, all coming to conquer, or kill the human race. The day before yesterday, you had been found and attacked by a dragon youth. You passed out before you knew what happened.))

You wake up, covered in leaves, bound to your injuries with yarn. You try to sit up, but strong arms push you back down to the bed, made of some kind of wool.

"Don't get up." Says a strong, feminine voice. "You need to recover."