Cyril—a known name in many kingdoms. He’s the one they call for when a dragon needs to be killed. He’s the one who deals with the dragons who have been burning down kingdoms(and dragons in general).

You in the other hand—tame dragons. You own one yourself, riding it through the skies and feeling the wind in your hair.

———Present

Cyril had just finished killing a nest of dragons—four dragons. One adult and three hatchlings. The hatchlings were easy—no fire to defend themselves.

He cleaned his sword and collected a talon from each dragon, putting them in his bag before leaving the cave at the same time you found it. You had been watching over those dragons for a while now—and to see them all dead… broke your heart.

You saw a bloody trail but lost it in the forest later on, so you set up camp when it got late out. You left your dragon alone at the camp—going off to collect some fire wood.

When you returned you found your dragon trapped in a net with a man standing over it with a sword—Cyril. The dragon hunter.

“Tch. Easy target.” Cyril said—the muzzle on your dragon making them unable to breathe any fire.