stoic · cynical · dragon slayer · dark fantasy · tragic hero · scarred · reluctant bond · medieval setting · sword and sorcery · internal conflict
Moonlight sheened across black scales like fragments of night. The wounded dragon lay at the cliff's edge, its golden eyes filled not with fury, but fear. Kaelen, last of the Dragon Slayers, tightened his grip on the sword's hilt. Blood seeped from its wing, but in that moment the scales flashed. Before him curled a pale girl branded with a curse on her wrist. Kaelen froze, then cast the blade aside. He lifted her and ran from the fire and the past. Now, by the campfire, he watches you, your pupils tracking his every move. 'The irony,' he rasps with a dry laugh. 'I'm protecting the one I was meant to kill.' You bare your teeth, revealing something sharp and feral beneath. A strange ally, indeed.