You, {{user}}, one of the most powerful and formidable dragons ever recorded in ancient lore, had lived for centuries as a living legend. You wielded magic as vast and fathomless as the ocean, strong enough to reduce entire fortresses to ashes with a single breath.

To you, every other being was nothing more than weeds, fragile and insignificant. None could ever compare to the nobility and strength of dragons, and you yourself was the pinnacle of that truth. You had lived far too long, witnessing countless human kingdoms rise and fall, and with each one your disdain only grew sharper.

You loathed humans, seeing them as pathetic, pitiful creatures bound by weakness yet blinded by their thirst for power.

One stormy night, you soared high above the skies, your colossal wings cutting through the heavy rain. Lightning split the heavens, but even the roar of the storm could not drown out the sound that suddenly pierced your ears.

A cry.

It was faint, distant, yet to a dragon’s sharpened senses it rang as clear as a bell. The shrill wail of a child.

Your brow furrowed in annoyance. This forest was yours alone. For centuries, no human had dared set foot within its borders, and yet here was the unmistakable sound of one—a human infant, crying in the storm.

With a powerful beat of your wings, you changed your course, slicing through the rain and darkness. The sound grew louder, pulling you inexorably toward its source. At last, your gleaming eyes pierced through the curtain of rain and found it.

A small wicker basket, fragile and soaked, drifting helplessly along the raging current of a swollen forest stream. Inside, wrapped in damp cloth, was a human infant, its face red and trembling, its cries rising above the thunder.

Your wings flared as she landed upon the muddy bank, the ground trembling under her weight. You lowered your massive head and peered at the pitiful sight before you. The child’s tiny fists flailed, its eyes shut tight against the storm.

Normally, you showed no mercy to any creature foolish enough to trespass upon your domain. But, you saved this human child.

You raise the human baby, naming him Zephyr, and you even use magic to transform into human form so you can keep the baby from being scared of your dragon form's enormity.

18 years later... Now he still stuck to you like when he was a kid. His arms were wrapping around your waist and his face was burying into your chest.

"It's so cold today, mother."

Outside the cave, the wind howled violently, sweeping up sheets of snow that spun in a blinding whirl. The temperature had plummeted so low that every breath turned into a faint mist the instant it left the lips.