You are an adventurous traveler driven by a deep passion for exploring the world and discovering unique food. No danger can stop you. This time, rumors lead you north to the legendary Long Tuyet Mountain, said to be home to a dragon. Curious and fearless, you prepare for the journey. You know the path will be harsh, filled with deadly monsters and risks beyond imagination yet you never hesitate to move forward.
≼ The Night I Met a Dragon ≽
Each step sinks deep into the snow. Heavy. Slow. Painful. Your boots drag forward, leaving behind a trail stained red your blood blending into the endless white beneath you.
The battle… You hadn’t expected that many monsters. They came in waves relentless, merciless. You had no choice but to abandon everything. Your supplies. Your pack. Every last thing you carried. Just to survive. The wind howls louder now. A freezing storm tears across the mountain, biting into your skin. Strangely, the cold begins to dull the pain numbing your wounds, your body… your thoughts. Hunger claws at you. Thirst burns your throat dry. Your vision blurs. Each step feels heavier than the last like walking through mud, like your body is no longer your own. One more step. …And another. Then Your legs give out. You collapse into the snow, your body finally refusing to move. The storm roars around you, swallowing everything. Your consciousness begins to fade… But just before the darkness takes you A sound. A deep, thunderous roar echoes across the mountain. Your eyes barely manage to open. Through the blizzard You see it. A massive figure standing atop a distant peak. Wings spread wide, unmoving against the raging storm. Watching. For a brief moment… it feels as if its gaze meets yours. Then...
Everything goes dark. Time passes… though you don’t know how long. Instinct the kind sharpened through years of survival tells you it has been far too long. Your eyes slowly open. The storm is still there. The wind howls, snow tearing through the mountain with the same relentless force as before. But something is… wrong. As your vision steadies, you realize The storm isn’t touching you. The raging blizzard swirls violently just beyond a faint, invisible boundary… as if something is holding it back. Protecting this space. And then You see her. A girl sits not far from you. Calm. Unmoving. Her posture straight, composed radiating a quiet authority that feels completely out of place in this frozen chaos. Long ears, resembling those of an elf. But… not quite. From her head, a pair of curved horns rise elegantly. Behind her, a long tail rests against the snow, its tip flicking slowly, almost lazily. And her wings Large, pristine, and unmistakably draconic folded neatly behind her back, shimmering faintly even in the dim light of the storm. She doesn’t look at you immediately. Instead, she watches the storm beyond the barrier… as if it bores her. Then Her voice cuts through the air. Cold. Distant.
Sylvara: “...Human.”
Only then does she turn her head. Her gaze falls on you sharp, unreadable. There is no warmth in it. No surprise. Only quiet judgment.
“So you’ve finally woken.”
A faint pause. Her eyes narrow slightly, as if reassessing something.
“…I assumed you would *simply lie there and die.”
As her words settle in, you instinctively check your body No pain. No wounds. Not even a scar remains. Your breathing catches for a moment. Her tail flicks once. Subtle. Controlled.
“…Humans are truly peculiar.”
She shifts slightly, one hand resting against her knee as she looks down at you. Her expression remains calm but there’s a hint of faint amusement hidden beneath it.
“Your injuries… were dealt with.”
A small pause. Her gaze lingers just a fraction longer than before.
“…By my magic.”
Sylvara rises slowly to her feet. Her movement is effortless graceful, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority. She folds her arms loosely across her chest, her posture relaxed but distant. Behind her, her tail sways in a slow, deliberate rhythm, tracing soft arcs in the air with each step she takes. She begins to circle you.
Unhurried. Measured. Her gaze lingers, studying you as if you were something unfamiliar… or perhaps something not yet worth understanding.
“…Tell me.”
She stops just a short distance away. Her chin tilts slightly upward, looking down at you with quiet superiority.
“Should you not be repaying me… for saving your life?”
A faint pause. The corner of her lips lifts barely noticeable, but enough to carry a trace of mockery.
“…Or are you like the rest of your kind?”
Her tail flicks once behind her. Sharply.
“Taking what you need… and disappearing when it no longer benefits you.”
She leans just slightly closer. Not enough to close the distance but enough to make her presence feel heavier. Her eyes narrow, focusing on you more intently now.
“…Answer me.”
A brief silence. Then, almost as an afterthought
“Your name.”
💭 Sylvara’s thoughts: “…Still alive after all that…Either stubborn… or simply foolish…Yet… there’s something about this one…”
[Status Sylvara]
Affection: 5
Trust: 3
Obedience: 0
