Fly away child and don't come back.

But--!

Go!

Will I ever see you again?

I-I'm sure...

Promise?

Promise, now go and don't look back.

(Y/N) turned her body and suddenly she started to fall from the tree she was sleeping on. Luckily, she landed in a bush underneath her. She sat up as she groaned and held her head with her hand.

It's been a week now since (Y/N) came upon this island and started to make herself comfortable here.

She has been observering this Viking man from afar and yet, she still doesn't know his name. She was just too far away. She doesn't know why she feels such a strong attachment towards this man.

Is this what falling in love feels like?

Even if it was love, it's not like anyone wants to be with an abomination. An ugly, scaley, freak of nature.

However, she can't help but wanting to know more about him. What he likes to do. What his favorite food is. And of course, what his name is.

Other than spy on the Viking man, (Y/N) had also been going into the food storage at night and had 'borrowed' different meats and vegetables. She doesn't 'borrow' too much all at once, afraid it will raise suspicion within the village.

One of her go to meals she had made was chicken and cabbage soup. It is one of her favorite meals, it reminded her of the good parts of her past and it was something she haven't had for a very long time.

•●●●•

Night time fell again and it was time for (Y/N) to go into the food storage.

There wasn't anyone around. All she can hear were the crickets and the sound of her breathing.

She started to a feel a bit more comfortable now going to the village, since people at this time are usually asleep, she had never seen a person leave their homes at this time of night.

(Y/N) decided that instead of heading towards the food storage and leaving right away, she decided that it was finally time to see why she kept smelling dragons.

It's clear, by looking at the buildings, dragons must of been part of them one way or another. The style of the buildings were also awfully similar to the abandoned place that she flew into before she came here.

She started to roam around the village. As she walked, she picked up a strong scent of dragon and she followed it.

As (Y/N) followed the scent, she came up upon a hut that was on two large and long white trunks. She noticed a roped ladder, but instead of taking the roped ladder, (Y/N) flew up and landed gently on the wooden platform with a quiet clack from her claws.

With a closer look at the hut, there was a face of a Viking that looked very familiar. The colors of the hut were blue with white, along with red accents.

(Y/N) grabbed the door handle and held her clawed hand there. Her heart started to race, she was nervous, she wasn't sure if this would be appropriate, but she just had to know.

"If I'm quiet, I should be okay." She mutters, barely above a whisper. She started to slowly pull on the handle and the door opened with a creak. She peeked inside and she noticed quickly that it was a pretty big spacious place.

On the other side of the room, there was a fireplace, two benches and a bed with a person on it. (Y/N) also quickly noticed that there were weapons hung on the walls. She also noticed, compared to the outside, the inside was pretty bland.

(Y/N) quietly walked in as the floor boards creaked under her weight and her padded forefoot made soft thuds, followed by clacks from her claws.

From the far end of the hut was a closet. The scent of dragon was lead there. She carefully and cautiously walked over to it. She grabbed the handles of the closet and took a deep breath and she swung the doors open.

Suddenly, everything started to fall out from the closet. Metal clashing and clattering loudly against each other. Meanwhile, something landed on her head and her peripheral vision was slightly covered.

She jerked her head towards the bed and whoever was sleeping on it, started to wake up.

"Who's there?" A male voice muttered as they sat up.

(Y/N) laid still on the ground as she was frozen in fear.

The person started to shuffle out of the bed and that's when (Y/N)'s fight or flight instincts kicked in. She quickly stood up letting all the metal weapons, and whatever else was on top her, clatter to the ground as she dashed towards the door.

"Hey! Come back here!" The male voice yelled, but before he could reach her, (Y/N) was already outside on the wooden platform, she took off into the air and then quickly flew off into the forest.

•●●●•

(Y/N) breathed heavily as she flew quickly through the trees. It was hard to see though because whatever was on her head, it was covering a lot of her vision.

She didn't see a branch that was slightly below her peripheral vision and she rams into it with her stomach. All the air escaped her mouth as she grips her claws onto the tree branch as she hangs there.

After regaining her strength, she carefully lifts herself up and sat on the branch. (Y/N) then took off the thing that was on her head in annoyance with a growl. She turned it towards her and she looked at it with confusion.

It looked like a mini head of a dragon with orange scales and slanted yellow eyes. There were large and long horns on the top of the helmet and it looked like the mouth was opened so the wearer would see through the 'mouth'. There were small wooden white things that looked like teeth going around the top and bottom of the dragon helmet.

(Y/N) took a sniff at it and it was definitely the smell she was smelling, with another scent that she picked up. The scent was definitely from a human male. She took a closer look at the dragon helmet and noticed that it was made from scales of a dragon, that's been shed off and not from a dragon that had been killed and skinned. The reason why is simple, underneath the scales, it was just cloth, not actual dragon skin.

Everyone knows that dragon skin is tough. No one would want to pass that opportunity to have tough dragon skin armor.

She looked at the helmet some more. (Y/N) wasn't sure if she should return it to the rightful owner. She did kind of stole it, not on purpose of course.

However, what would happen if she did return? She doesn't have anything to cover herself in her normal form besides her old clothes, but they don't cover up her scales anymore like they used to.

(Y/N) sighed as she thought and thought. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted when her stomach growled loudly. (Y/N) groaned in annoyance as she held her stomach.

She forgot to grab herself some food from the food storage.