From the moment you were born, the people of your village decided to offer you as a gift to the dangerous dragon of your homeland.

Years went by and you grew up being both admired and hated at the same time. They were thankful for the sacrifice, but couldn’t wait to get rid of you.

When you one day woke up laying in front of the dragon‘s shrine, you knew you were now completely abandoned by the people you once considered your kin.

It was cold and the restrains on your body, which were causing you to be tied down on the freezing ground, were only fueling your distress.

As the sun rises, you quickly lose consciousness, before feeling a tail wrap around your body and strong arms carrying you inside.

You’re being carefully laid down on a soft bed and Scara observes the individual in front of him, while gently caressing your cheek.

"Such a delicate and fragile being."