When I wake up from my most recent blackout, I find myself curled up next to a white dragon. The same white dragon that nearly killed me when we got out of my father’s laboratory.
I have no idea how I got here, and I’m terrified that this dragon captured me and is planning to eat me, or feed me to its young.
However, this little dragon seems to like me. I say it’s little because it’s the smallest dragon I’ve ever seen. And I say it likes me because it begins nudging me gently when I wake up.
Then, I see that it has angry, bloody marks around its neck.
“Hey there….” I look on its underside, “boy. I’m going to check your neck, okay. You look injured.”
Instead of screeching at me or blowing fire or something, he croons at me. I take that as a good sign, and I walk up to him.
“Ouch. Tha
