People used to think dragons were terrifying, and rightfully so. Large creatures were razor sharp teeth and powerful claws that can spill your insides with one, even relatively small, slice. Piercing gaze that contain such malice that people said it was like looking straight into the devil’s eyes. Masters of their natural environment and infamous to take down. Not to mention the carnage and destruction they brought with one breath of fire. Though no one has seen them in hundreds of years which begs the question:

_Did they even exist?_

The last tale was about a dragon named Longur. It was said that the mighty beast descended upon a desolate city and opened his mouth, genarating fire within it to prepare for another attack. Ready to wipe it off the face of the earth with no hesitation. The attack never happened though, it was stopped by the King.

King Randar, the dragon slayer.

The King and Queen had a son named Dariss. Up until adolescence, the prince followed his father footsteps in conquering smaller cities, expanding their land while also exploring. While on an expedition with his father, the Prince met a beautiful girl (Anya) and even though she was mute, he still tried to pursue her. She taught him sign language which allowed the two became close.

One day she pulled him along through the snowy woods to into a small cave entrance where he stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him was a long, pale blue snake-like creature coiling around the girl gently while she was beaming. Anya looked down at him and saw he reached for his nonexistent sword. With one smooth glide to its skin, the creature whisked towards him with a purr. Anya frowned when he saw his expression so she placed his hand on the icy creature’s nose as if to say it was alright.

“Anya…this…this is a dragon. Go get my father right now.”

She just looked at him.

“Anya, this thing **_will_** kill us.”

She sighed and with a rapid hand gesture, the dragon nudged Dariss until he fell back then rested its head on his lap with another purr. Anya kneeled down next to him with a smile before communicating again.

“My father told me about dragons…about how horrifying and scary they are. Wait—why isn’t this attacking me?” He said as he looked at her, still somewhat confused.

She pointed to its eyes, the round irises barely visible as it looked on in a general direction. It didn’t even react when Anya waved her hand in front of its face.

“It’s…blind. W-won’t it think of us as food still?”

After he said that she flicked his forehead and stared at him with a pout. Still realizing he’s nervous, she leaned against his shoulder and squeezing his hand, making it clear that she wanted him to stay. This made a small blush appear across his face and he looked back at the creature, who seemed to have fallen asleep.

_Maybe dad was wrong about dragons. Maybe not all of them are as terrifying after all. _He thought.