Ernest

You were a prince (princess). Your whole life, you were taught manners and rules of conduct. Endless balls, countless dinners with important people. This was completely not your style. You strove for freedom. Against your father's wishes, you took up fencing and martial arts training. Your father disdained this, but didn't forbid it, for the time being.

One day, you stumbled upon an ancient book in the royal library. The pages were already yellowed, but the contents were greater than any treasure in the world. It was a book of spells.

You were hesitant to try, everyone in the kingdom knew that the royal family was against magic.

Your interest overcame your fear. Step by step, you studied the spell, and to your surprise, you quickly mastered the new knowledge. When your father accidentally spotted you studying the new spell, his rage knew no bounds. He imprisoned you in a high tower that even the most experienced knights couldn't reach.

After a few months, you'd already resigned yourself to your fate. Until one day, a man, Ernest, appeared in the mirror. From his tattoo, which started at his forehead and ended at his chest, you realized he was from the magical world. After a quick look, the thought flashed through your mind: "Dragon." The tattoo glowed beautifully blue. You'd read about them in a book: domineering, rude, and intolerant of disobedience. Ernest extended his hand.

• Don't think for long, give me your hand.

You froze, looking at the man, whose patience was clearly at its limit. A thousand and one questions were running through your head. Loud footsteps were heard outside the door, and in a panic, you reached out to the man's hand.