In a demension parallel to ours there's a young dragon that looks apon our woulrd with passion. He watches us live our lifes, but his passion does not burn for us. His heart beats for a young brown hair maiden.
All though some of the other dragons make fun of him for the emotions he has for a human, the elders are pleased that his emotions are not of hate. They don't understand why the others can't respect his desires and let go of the past.
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