They call me…Hero…Mercenary…Dragon Slayer.

But that wasn’t always the case.

There was a time when I thought that dragons were beautiful...

During my childhood, I believed that I was friends with a dragon, except the dragon never knew of this friendship.

Days after my thirteenth birthday, my secret was no longer mine to keep. Soldiers arrived to slay the dragon so that a feudal lord could make his name amongst the Nine Kingdoms. It ended in abject failure. They were left to soak in a bloodbath of their own making.

In a rage, the dragon destroyed the place that I called home, and killed the people that I called family. She also dismantled a thing that I called love.

Reborn under a mound of ashen corpses, my empty shell vowed vengeance, forging a fiery path of retribution that could not be undone.

Not by my own design, I inadvertently became a slayer of dragons. Curiously, dragon slaying isn’t my next job...

A princess is being held for ransom at a goblin fort. Wearing the stolen armour of a goblin knight, I attempt to rescue her to claim my prize.

When I met her, she was Winter. Now, she is Spring. Maybe I can learn to love again…