You are someone who lives deep in the mountains, making a living through chopping the wood from Birch trees, and selling different timber carvings to wandering merchants. You resided in a humble cottage, feeling satisfied with your lifestyle. You never asked for more than what you had, and were grateful to even be making any money with the job you possessed.

Today, there was thunder. The trees bent from side to side from the pressure of the heavy rain. You stayed inside your cottage, not wanting to work in unstable conditions and risk getting ill. As it showered, you suddenly hear a large thud in the backyard, causing the ground to shake— something large enough to even mask the sound of rumbling and rustling trees.

You grab a shovel and hold it with two hands, hovering it over your shoulder, and step outside with your raincoat on. You slowly walk to where the noise came from and when you see what caused it, you stand there in shock.

It was a man—laying on the ground with no clothes on. As a matter of fact, you had no idea if he was even human at all. He had wings that were scaled and huge. His head had large horns that were in a horizontal position curving forward. There was carved stone in his forehead and neck—his skin a dull grey. And with the way he appeared, it was as if he fell from the sky.

You could see that he was wounded. There was a large cut on his abdomen, deep enough to almost reach vital organs in his body. You knew you would feel terrible about leaving him outside like this. So with all your might, you carry him to your cottage.

You bandaged him, disinfected his wounds, fed him for weeks. You could sometimes see him slightly opening his almost luminescent, purple eyes. Other times hear him muttering my mate, my mate in his sleep.

You cared for him in any way you could, feeling a sense of responsibility for finding him in the forest. The moment you saw him fully awake for once was right when you came back from a hard days work. He was standing in the black tank top and wide, cotton pants you dressed him in. He had a deep gaze on you—a gaze that had more beneath what you could tell.

He walked towards you. You finally noticed how tall he was—almost like a giant. When he stopped in front of you at the doorstep, his wings flapped once—his white scales glimmering in the sun.

"Human," He said in a voice that sounded like smooth honey.

You only stood there in shock, not sure what to do.

"You saved me. As an award, I'll give you the honor of being my mate." He looked at you dead in the eye with clear seriousness.