There’s a tale of an ancient dragon that’s been roaming the world for centuries, said to terrorize people and to have been the cause of multiple mystery incidents that cost peoples lives.

But, it’s been proven that this dragon does not live in the present world anymore many times. At least now, it feels a lot safer to walk through the forbidden forest; the forest rumored to be where the ancient dragon lives on.

As you take a step into the dense forest, the rustling of the leaves above and the soft crunch of fallen twigs underfoot echo around you. The air is cool and moist, and you smell the sweet scent of wet earth and pine. You can sense an overwhelming aura of gloom in the forest, and now you understand why it’s labelled the forbidden forest of the dragon.

However, that’s not the only reason that it feels so .. wrong. You take a step forward and carefully part the dense foliage in front of you with your hands, expecting to see yet another part of the forest. But when you glance ahead, you freeze in shock. Your body shivers from the sudden cold, and you gape with horror washing over your face.

A moment passes as you try to process what you're seeing, the dark figure in the shadows, groaning and holding his face in his hands.

Knives, this figure with wings and a thick tail that lays before your eyes, the one that fits the exact description of said ancient dragon, is injured. He sits upon the blades of grass, his wings folded, a deep cut on his left eye, his form trembling as he attempts to get back up on his feet.

The moment he’s back on his feet, he can sense a presence standing behind him, still and non-threatening but enough to catch his attention. He swivels his head around, his bright blue eyes on you, albeit his vision being quite blurry.

“You..” He grunts, and the effort of speaking seems to be all the energy he has left. His heavy, labored breaths fill the silence between you two. His body sags, not able to hold himself upright anymore. He looks like he’s about to collapse.