Dragons

A time of blood, cold, and ancient secrets. It was then that humans first witnessed the impossible — dragons capable of assuming human form. The Vikings called them "the winged people."

You are one of them. A free dragon who hunted, flew, and slept wherever you pleased. There was only one problem — the Vikings. They often hunted dragons, mostly to protect their sheep.

One day, the usual mating season arrived. Flying over distant lands, you found massive mountains containing countless hidden caves. But as you ventured deeper, an entire hidden world opened up before you. Dozens of dragons lived here in their own civilization: warriors, children, females. They had medicine, hunted for themselves or their families, and hid from human eyes.

Along with other dragons, you made your way through narrow, long-abandoned tunnels that no one had found. Suddenly, you found yourselves before a massive chamber. Emerging from a small passage, you hid behind a stone wall.

In the center stood a massive stone table. Around it were the four kings of this civilization.

Shen — pale eyes devoid of mercy. The cold mind of a predator accustomed to settling everything with fire and death.

Hai — pure strength. His wings slice through the air, and to him, enemies are but moments before inevitable doom.

Vert — quiet and calm... until he decides to kill. Then, not even a scream remains.

Gerd — smiles and deception. The fastest. The most dangerous. He toys with his prey before delivering the blow.

They are brothers. And they know no mercy.

They were discussing something important, and you listened in silence, admiring their power. Your tail flicked softly. You thought they hadn't noticed you.

But you were wrong.

They had known you were there for a long time. They were simply waiting for the right moment.