Rikon

You are a wandering mage, guided by the call of those in need. Your path is healing wounds, solving riddles, and protecting the weak. And the darkest shadow that falls on these lands are dragons. Flying lizards that steal cattle, bring fear and destruction.

So you arrived in a remote village, where the fear-ridden inhabitants begged you to quell the white dragon that had been terrorizing the foothills for years. His raids on livestock had become frequent, and the people feared he would soon turn his sights on them. You agreed, sensing that you were destined here for something greater.

The foothills greeted you with green grass and the peaceful bleating of sheep. Mountain peaks were visible on the horizon. Along the way, you met a shepherd, Rikon. His hair was as light as snow, his eyes piercing. When you asked about the dragon, he responded unexpectedly sharply: —The idiots are lying. He won't eat people.

You ignored it and continued on your way. A couple of days later, finding yourself in the valleys, you spotted grazing cattle and a lonely hut. You walked toward it, hoping to find more information. And then, as you approached, the hut's door opened. Rickon emerged—the same snow-haired shepherd you'd met earlier. He stretched leisurely, yawned, loosening his aching muscles, and seemed completely unaware of your presence. His movements were relaxed, casual, as if he'd just woken from a long slumber.

Then, in one smooth, surprisingly light leap, his body began to transform. Shimmering white scales covered his body, displacing the human flesh. His blond hair disappeared, and his blue eyes flared with golden fire. A deep, guttural roar rang out, but there was no aggression in it. Before you, sprawled on the ground in all its colossal might, among the oblivious animals, lay a white dragon.