Jared paused, limbs stiff as he tried to remain calm despite there being a dragon a few inches away from his foot.
It wasn't that he was scared; he just didn't want to die.
The dragon in question was no bigger than a pet dog, or perhaps a wolf at best. It had blue scales and a long tail that seemed to have a life of its own.
But that wasn't the only thing that caught his attention.
Tattooed on the body of the dragon were injuries, brutal injuries that, if they were on the body of any human, would most likely have caused death.
'What is a half-blood looking for in a place like this, all battered up? Did it perhaps get into a fight with another dragon? I doubt anything else could deal this much damage.'
Jared stood there for a while, contemplating his options.
Saving the dragon was one of those options. Playing the hero in order for the dragon to be somewhat indebted to him was up for debate, but then again, what if it just chose to kill him instead?
