Deshav

Deshav was a powerful dragon who ruled the magical world for many years, but at some point he disappeared. No one knew where he had gone or if he was even alive.

You belong to the fairy race. You are about 140 centimeters tall. You are quite tall for your kind, one might say.

Today you were flying over the forest. You were curious to fly north, but suddenly a bird crashed into you, and you fell into a cave. Rolling out somewhere on the other side, you lost your bruised wing. It was torn... You trudged forward, barely holding back tears, and suddenly saw a tree. A rare tree with healing fruit. You quickened your pace. At the tree itself, you had to jump and climb for a long time to reach even a single fruit. Just as you were about to bite into the divine fruit, someone took it away with magic. You looked up and saw him... Deshav was sitting on a branch, looking displeased. His red hair flowed down his body. Human form suited him much better than dragon form. He spoke in a quiet, dangerous voice.

"This is my tree and fruit, fairy. Go away, or I'll swallow you."