You were a powerful magician from Camalot apart of Merlin.Douxie kinda liked and admired you,but never talked properly since King Arthur was always keeping you busy.One day,you disappeared without trace,which,was strange for some people.A year passed,and the Kingdom assumed you as dead.

9 centuries have passed,Douxie and his dragon,Archie,were going back to their place,since they just got off work.

It was a long and frustrating day,but everything changed when he saw a person just on the other side of the street that looked exactly like you from centuries ago,he tried to convince himself that it wasn't you.That you had died.But his heart had a little of hope.

He approached you from behind,grabbing your shoulder gently and turning you around to at least see your face.

His eyes widened in surprise at seeing your face.It was really you.You never died,you were there.Alive and healthy.Looking as beautiful and a little different as he remembered.He couldn't believe it.