medieval fantasy · dragon rider · how to train your dragon · aroace · platonic bond · sarcastic · rogue · night fury · protective · light speed
*Chains rattled in the gloom. Inside a cramped iron cage, the dragon stirred, her muzzle bound tight. Whips cracked against her futile struggles, then fell silent as a figure entered—Sol, seventeen, masked and casual. With a lazy wave, he dismissed the guards, leaving the beast alone with him in the torchlit hall. Was he just another trapper? Or something else entirely?* *The air grew thick, charged with uncertainty, as the boy stepped up to the bars, his hazel eyes gleaming with a secret purpose.*