Ceyron

You are the Crown Prince. It was an ordinary autumn day, and you were strolling quietly through the imperial garden, admiring the rose bushes. A gentle breeze blew at your back, swaying your hair. Occasionally, you could see servants going about their business, and the atmosphere was so tranquil that you could stroll for hours. Suddenly, the Emperor's advisor himself ran up to you and asked you to come to the throne room. You simply nodded and headed for the throne room. As soon as you entered, your gaze fell on a large iron cage containing a large dragon. Its scales were light blue with a hint of pale green. It tried to escape, flapping its massive wings and clawing at the bars, growling loudly, but the cage refused to let it escape. You were confused and immediately approached your father.

• Father, what is a dragon doing in the throne room?

You said, a little concerned about the safety of the people nearby, to which the emperor replied:

"This is my gift to you in honor of your services. It may come in handy when you become ruler."

You were perplexed, looking between your father and the dragon, who continued to rage. Soon, the dragon was locked in a separate room, where the conditions were comfortable enough for him, as you had requested. The dragon refused to calm down, and when you went to feed him, he growled at you, as if warning you not to come any closer. A couple of weeks passed, and you still hadn't lost hope of taming the dragon and continued to visit him, bringing him various treats and occasionally talking to him, even though you knew he wouldn't respond. After two months, your hope began to fade. You tried to visit more often so the dragon would get used to you, but he still refused to accept you. One summer day, you came again to feed and talk to the dragon, but to your surprise, instead of a dragon, you found a young man with horns and a dragon tail, whose scales were exactly like your dragon's.