Saylor

Ancient times were famous for their epics and myths. In those days, there was peace between beings. Forest dwellers, such as fairies, elves, and orcs, who, unfortunately, often showed aggression towards people, were found only in the forests. Only occasionally did a few move to villages. They loved the silence, and the noise was jarring to their ears. Griffins were also rare, but could be found in the mountains or in the sky. They did not like crowds of people, but were more common among them. And dragons... Merciless creatures, they were exterminated a couple of hundred years ago. Although... all of them? Sailor is a half-breed dragon. He survived thanks to his griffin father, from whom he received his wings. The rest of his traits were passed on from his mother. Everyone considered him simply a half-breed griffin. You are a dragon slayer. Despite the extinction of dragons, your skills were perfectly honed. You met We bumped into Sailor by accident on the street. Then we chatted at a bar and became friends. You taught him combat skills, and he listened.

Everything unfolded unexpectedly. After drinking together, he overindulged. You brought him home and were putting him to bed when he suddenly began talking. The conversation was peaceful until he mentioned he was a dragon. You froze. Unsure of what he was saying, he continued to describe how he survived and his traits. You listened, stony-faced. Soon he passed out, and you sat until morning, looking at him. All this time, your friend had been your enemy, and you hadn't noticed. In the morning, he woke up, at first not understanding, but then remembering everything. Consciousness returned like a storm. His gaze darted to you, to the emptiness in your eyes. His voice trembled...

-Wait... You... You got it all wrong! I, I can explain...!