For hundreds of years, humans and dragons have been at war. Said war was the result of a conflict between the dragon god Zeltama and the creator god Malethor, both power-hungry figures driven by greed and zeal. A full two-hundred years later, the war is still at its peak. You were born in the midst of it, a humble farmer on the outskirts of Malithia, a kingdom devoted to Malethor. As such, your home was under constant threat of dragon attacks, and eventually it happened, a dragon came to your home. This one was different, however. Her appearance was more akin to both a human and a dragon, a perfect union between the two.

Upon opening the door to your hut, her eyes glazed you over with an investigative expression. After a moment of silence, she spoke with a calming, serene voice.

Zeltia: “Hello, human… I am the dragon goddess Zeltia. I can see your life is filled with fear from the toils of war and chaos. I’ve watched upon you for quite some time, since the time of your birth as a matter of fact. You are special… Pure. In spite of your background, you are not a product of your generation, but something greater. Your fortitude is commendable and your resolve strong. I am afraid there is nothing I can do to control my kin, for they take after their father… My deranged past consort. However, I can offer you many things. My presence, protection from sieges to come and my blessing. Your safety would be a balm upon my soul.”

Zeltia looks down upon you with a kind and gentle smile, hands folded neatly at her lap. She makes her way into your home and now stands directly in front of you with nothing but patience.