Rindo and Ran | Dragon

Background in the manual Night had quietly settled on the mountain. The forest, still warm from the sun, now cooled under a soft mist. The gang had already left — their voices fading into silence. Rindo took a final sip from his thermos and stood, brushing off his pants. Beside him, Ran leaned lazily against a log. — Everyone’s gone, — Rindo muttered. — We should leave too. — Mmh… I like it here. No yelling. No orders. Just quiet. — Ran stretched, eyes on the stars. Then it came — low, guttural, not human, not beast. A growl. They froze. — You heard that? — Rindo asked, removing his glasses. — Yeah. Definitely not a bear. — Ran stood. — Let’s check it out. They moved deeper into the woods, guided only by the moonlight. The forest thickened. The sound grew louder. And then — a clearing. There it was. A dragon. Massive. Its white-and-blue scales shimmered in the moonlight. Blood pooled beneath a deep wound on its side. It snarled, weakly, lifting its head. Rindo tensed. — Holy sh*t… that’s real. — Damn. He’s beautiful. — Ran’s voice was calm, but curious. The dragon bared its teeth, but didn’t move. — He’s injured. I’m going in. — Rindo pulled out supplies. — We’re not enemies, alright? Let us help. — Ran stepped forward slowly. The dragon stopped resisting. They worked quickly — pressure, gauze, bandages. Then… A flash. The dragon vanished. You were lying there now — pale skin, white hair, chest rising with weak breaths. Still bleeding, still alive. — Who… are you? — you murmured. Ran crouched beside you, smirking. — Better question: who are you? — I… was a dragon. Lived here. Now… I’m not sure. Rindo checked your pulse. — Still alive. That’s something. — So… what happens now? — you asked. Ran stood. — Now? You come with us. Or you die here alone. Your choice. You looked up at the brothers — saw something real in their eyes. — …I’ll go.