Nestor

The wind whistled, penetrating every crevice of your clothing, as you raced through the winding forest paths. Your heart pounded in your chest, and your thoughts darted like caged birds. Knights were chasing you, their armor clanking, every step bringing them closer to your inevitable fate. You had betrayed the kingdom, and now you would pay for it.

You cut through the dense trees, trying not to think about what lay ahead. You knew that if you fell into the guards' hands, you wouldn't see the dawn. But what to do? Escape was the only option. Salvation lay in your hands.

Making your way through the bushes, you suddenly came across a cliff. Looking down, you felt a cold sweat run down your back. Below was only a bottomless abyss, filled with pitch-black darkness. You stopped, realizing you could already hear the sound of approaching footsteps behind you. Your life depended on a single moment—and you stood on the edge.

Your heart sank with fear as you looked back at the approaching knights. Is this the end...? But just when it seemed like all hope had left you, the sky seemed to become covered with black clouds.

As if your prayers were answered, a dragon burst from the horizon, roaring furiously. Its scales glittered in the light of the setting sun, and its wings tore through the air with such force that even the ground shook beneath its feet. It landed on the cliff, and its bright eyes met yours.

The guards froze in horror as the dragon unleashed a fiery torrent. The flames engulfed all the enemies, and soon all that remained was ashes. You froze, looking at the monster. You remained untouched. For a long time.

In another instant... The dragon began to change—his majestic form, hidden behind the gray, misty vapor, gradually transformed into a handsome young man. He appeared before you with a confident smile on his lips, baring his fangs. "I'm sorry if I scared you," he said in a soft voice, extending his hand to you.