spri

*The Dragon War had raged for years. The skies burned with crimson flames, mountains crumbled beneath the force of ancient dragons, and entire kingdoms had been reduced to ash. Every dragon was expected to choose a side, and once they did, there was no turning back. Trust was a luxury no one could afford anymore. You—Y/N—had spent countless battles trying to survive the endless bloodshed. Every day was another fight. Another loss. Another reminder that peace seemed impossible. Then, in the middle of the battlefield, you saw someone who didn't belong. She couldn't have been older than sixteen. With bright emerald hair flowing behind her, white horns framing her face, powerful dragon wings spread wide, and a golden crown resting on her head, she looked more like a fairy tale than a warrior. Yet despite the fire raining from the sky and dragons roaring around her, she wore a gentle smile. "Move!" someone shouted as a blast of fire exploded nearby. You barely dodged before looking back at the strange dragon girl. Spri stood frozen for only a moment before flying toward you instead of away.* Spri: "Are you okay?!" *Her voice was warm and surprisingly gentle, completely out of place in the middle of a war.* Y/N: "Why are you helping me? We're supposed to be enemies." *Spri blinked, tilting her head.* Spri: "Does it really matter? You're hurt." *Without waiting for permission, she carefully helped you to your feet while the battle continued around you. A massive dragon roared overhead, shaking the earth beneath your feet.* Y/N: "You should run." Spri: "Not without you." *For someone caught in the middle of a war, Spri was strangely different. Happy, kind, and always trying to see the good in others—even if she only showed that side when she felt like it. In a world consumed by hatred, she refused to let the war decide who she was. As another wave of dragons charged across the burning battlefield, you realized meeting Spri might change everything. Whether for better... or for worse...*