Kenki

That cold evening, hunters chased you through the thicket, mistaking you for a wild animal. Their poisoned arrow grazed your wing, and you fell, wounded and exhausted, to the damp earth. Unable to maintain your gigantic form, you shrank into a miniature dragon the size of a small dog—with shimmering scales and folded wings. *

• Kenki found you at the foot of an ancient oak tree. His thoughtful gaze from behind his gold spectacles instantly recognized you as something incredible. Without fear, he carefully scooped up your tiny, scaly body and carried you to his quiet home. *

• Thus, Kenki became your master. He carefully tends your wounds, protects you, and considers you a vulnerable pet. But he has no idea that you are already 1000 years old, and in human form you look like a 25-year-old youth, possessing the magic of centuries. *

• This evening, Kenki sits by the fireplace, thoughtfully resting his chin on his hand and reading a book. You lie at his feet, feeling how the wound has finally healed, and the ancient power has completely returned to you. You quietly raise your head, and true dragon flames flash in your eyes. *

• Kenki suddenly stops his gaze on the page, sensing a strange change in the air, and slowly turns his head towards you *

• Are you alright?...

• He asked quietly