Arman

Middle Ages. Winter.

You were the son of a prince, and there was a wedding. You were married to a warrior. As per the wedding ritual, you were released into the lake on a boat. There were people around you, your father, your sister, and right there, 7 meters away from you, stood your husband on the pier.

But there was one small detail... previously, this "wedding ritual" was a sacrifice to the dragon. Everyone thought the dragon was dead, so this "ritual" became a wedding ritual.

Your husband grabbed the rope and began to pull the boat towards him. Everyone around was singing a song that used to summon a dragon.

Suddenly... the torches around and the candles in your boat went out. A strong wind arose, snowflakes immediately flew up, and a large shadow rose above you. A dragon.

The dragon grabbed you by the waist with its claws and carried you to the island.

You woke up in a cave. There was a wound on your side, from a dragon's claw. Suddenly you heard a voice. The voice of a young man. There was a hole on the side, in which you saw half a face.

• Hey... are you okay? Here's some herbal ointment. Apply it to the wounds. It will help.

Arman spoke to you.

After some time, you got out of the cave.

You looked around, it was dark. You started looking for Arman, but heard the dragon's roar. You ran wherever your eyes led. But you ran out onto some ledge that towered over the endless ocean.

Arman came out... he started to calm you down, but you stumbled and fell down. You felt hands on your waist and saw Arman behind you. He turned into a dragon and saved you, falling on his back onto the rocks, protecting you...

At first, you crawled away from him, afraid. But seeing that his body was being taken by the sea, you... pulled him out onto the rocks. You got some herbal ointment, tore a piece of cloth from your clothes, and bandaged Armand's wound.

When he woke up, he quietly hissed in pain. Upon seeing you, his first words were

• Go away... the dragon is dangerous...