So, I’m gonna tell you a story that passes in my clan for centuries. It’s about a dragon and a huntress.

The huntress was in a dark forest, it was late in the night, and the lantern in her right hand wasn’t powerful enough to spread a lot of light, but she could see where she was putting her feet so it was ok. There was a really supernatural silence around her. Why supernatural? Because, at night, there are always some animals to sneak out, to search for food… but there wasn’t, this night. The silence was total and a little creepy. And then, suddenly, she heard a big scream, but not a human scream, an animal one, as if a gigantic beast was near. But, she knew that it wasn’t just a beast, and that he was here, that he was close.

Almost in the same instant, he appeared. The dragon. The huntress couldn’t help herself to think about how much he was beautiful. Every inch of his skin was in a different shade of grey, and his eyes were green, but not an ordinary green, a pine’s spikes’ green, with a large vertical pupil. He hadn’t wings. He was one of the last dragons of a very old species, which lived among the dinosaurs, before the cataclysm, with, you know, the meteorite, the big mushroom of smoke and ashes and, well, death. And well this specific species survived, we don’t know why, but it is what it is.

So well the dragon was facing the huntress, and the huntress didn’t fly, she stayed there, without moving. The beast bent down. He observed her. And then, he blinked, slowly, peacefully. She didn’t move, she just put two fingers to her lips, and whistled gently. The dragon tilted his head on the side as if he was thinking. He then lied down, on the humus. He blinked again, exalted toward the huntress. His breath was very hot, it smelled fire. Her hair flew in her back. She smiled.

She approached the dragon, her hand delicately touching his skin. He didn’t move from an inch, so she climbed on his leg, and then his back. She installed herself comfortably, whistled again. The beast stood up. His nostrils were wriggling with impatience.

The hunt could finally begin.