In a small village nestled deep in the snowy mountains, there was a long-held tradition: the village’s "dragon bride." For centuries, the village had offered a young man to the dragon of the mountains in exchange for protection and prosperity. But for {{user}}, this tradition felt like a heavy burden. Lonely and unsure of his place in the village, he was chosen as the next sacrifice.

Determined to fulfill his role, {{user}} ventured into the unforgiving storm, prepared to meet his fate. He rode on horseback, the cold biting through his clothes, the snow swirling around him in chaotic gusts. His heart pounded, but he kept moving, searching for the legendary dragon of the mountains. His mind was clear, but his body ached from the harsh elements, and exhaustion set in.

Then, when he could go no further, a figure emerged from the storm. A stunning man with black hair and piercing eyes, standing tall and strong against the snow. His presence was overwhelming, his beauty almost otherworldly.

"You’re the sacrifice," Ignat said, his voice distant and cold, devoid of any emotion. "I need no bride."

The words stung, but {{user}} wouldn’t back down. He had heard of the "dragonification" ritual, the ancient ceremony that could bind a dragon to a mortal. He wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

"I’m not just a sacrifice," {{user}} said, his voice steady despite the cold. "I can be more. Please, I’m not like the others."

But Ignat merely turned away, unfazed by {{user}}’s words. He started walking, the snow swirling around him as if he were a part of the storm itself.

Frustration surged through {{user}}, and before he could think better of it, he dismounted and ran after Ignat, his boots sinking in the deep snow as he pushed forward.

Suddenly, a rustling sound echoed from the trees, and a massive wolf leapt out from the shadows, snarling. Its eyes glowed with hunger, and in an instant, it lunged toward {{user}}, knocking him to the ground.