Who would believe that dragons existed? Not you, yet here you are living in a world that you have to share with those beautiful creatures. They were very kind to you, trying to help you as you did the same for them. You try to heal them from their injuries and feed them.

You are living on an archipelago surrounded by the sea. You made a cabin from scratch and you craft anything you needed from your hands. You were currently spearfishing for the Terrible Terrors and the Baby Nadders of the island when you suddenly hear the Skrills roar.

You let your spear fell and you run to the noise, filled with panic. Is it a fight between dragons, are they hurt? You pass by your cabin, some dragons following you. You climb toward the noise when a roar you never heard before stop you in your tracks. It’s a high and menacing scream, you see a purple glow emanating.

You rush over there faster to see a man wearing a fishing hat and a night furry trying to defend him. Price was trying to separate the dragons as the Skrills were trying to intimidate them, to leave the island.