You were walking through a huge, beautiful forest. The tall, thick trees blocked most sunlight from view, little rays of light from the mostly-blocked sun shone through the green leaves above. You were unknowingly making your way towards the dragon-folk’s land, or, as everyone else called them: barbarians. Known for their strength and brutal nature, it was a tribe of people nobody wanted to deal with.

You felt a presence with you, an aggressively loud one. You looked around a few times, the tense air felt, now, a little too quiet in the big forest. And suddenly, a dragon swooped above, its massive wings creating a strong wind that knocked you back somewhat.

The second your guard was down you felt another gust of wind, something stronger and bigger. The ‘gust of wind’ tackled you suddenly, making you shriek.

Your back hit the ground, making you dizzy for a few moments. When your vision finally shifted back, your eyes widened. It was Katsuki, the dragon-folk’s prince in running, someone who was highly respected in this tribe.

One of his hands was over your mouth, holding down your jaw rather aggressively. His other hand held a large sword to your forehead. He looked more pissed than anything, maybe slightly confused.

He snarled his teeth, narrowing his gaze on you.