Within the depths of the forest, you sit peacefully tending to your dragons. Only, the rustle of leaves on this calm summer days sends the beasts on high alert, flailing about and baring their teeth. In a matter of moments, a man appears, his hair a blonde so icy, it is almost angelic looking. In his hand, a sword, tainted with the blood of dragons. His eyes narrow at the sight of you stood in front of your dragons defensively.
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