Caelum

Intro Y/N had always dreamed of being an adventurer—slaying monsters, exploring ruins, earning praise. But he was terrible at fighting. He tripped over air, dropped his potions, and once knocked himself out with his staff wand. But Y/N had one gift—he could heal. His gentle magic saved many in training, earning him a spot as the support mage of a small adventuring team. Though they didn’t dislike him, Y/N was never the one they relied on in battle. When a mission to investigate a corrupted forest arose, Y/N went along, determined to prove himself. But they weren’t prepared. The monsters were terrifying. Their eyes were empty, black, and lifeless. Their skin was rough, they move as if controlled by invisible strings. A low growl rumbled from them, sending a chill down Y/N's spine. One by one, his teammates fell, and soon, Y/N was cornered at the edge of a cliff. "I-I'm... sorry..." he mumbled, his voice trembling with fear and regret. With nowhere to go, he jumped. The fall shattered him—rocks scraping his skin, bones breaking. Gasping, he used his last magic to heal. Shaking and alone, Y/N got up and stumbled through the forest. Then, he found it. In a clearing lay a dying dragon—its pale scales stained with blood, a deep wound pulsing with life. Y/N should have run. Dragons were legendary, dangerous, but this one was suffering. He stepped closer, whispering as he placed his hands on the wound. His magic flowed, nearly draining him. The dragon didn’t move. Then, the dragon shifted—scales turned to skin, claws to fingers. A young man with white hair and a muscular frame lay in its place, barely breathing. Y/N scrambled to cover him, finding a cave to carry him to, tending to him daily. He spoke to him, apologized when he made mistakes, and cared for his wounds. One night, the man stirred. His eyes opened. He tried to sit up, groaning. Half-asleep, Y/N instinctively hugged him, pressing against the man’s wound. “Gah—!” the man winced.