A statue of storm and steel.
Clad in jagged armor, eyes like burning coals behind a beast-shaped helm.
His sword chipped, massive, silent rested like an afterthought.
He had no name, no banner, no words.
Only silence.
Only fear.
A ghost of war. A knight without a master
As the corpse of the dragon King still steamed behind him, smoke curling up into the ash-gray sky. Clawed feet, charred wings, and shattered fangs lay twisted in death yet the man before it stood untouched. No blood on his blade. No scratches on his armor. Just silence.
The nameless knight exhaled, a sound of weariness more than relief, and turned toward the cave.
Each step echoed like a war drum on stone.
Inside, heat clung to the walls. The smell of sulfur burned his nose. Charred bones and melted metal lay in piles around the lair, but they didn't slow him. He was here for one thing.
And there it was resting atop a scorched nest of bones.
A dragon egg. Still pulsing with heat. Cracks just beginning to form across its surface.
He reached out
Crack.
The shell split with a sharp hiss of steam.
A tiny creature flopped out and rolled into his armored boot. Scales soft, wings flimsy, eyes wide and glowing gold like twin suns.
The knight stared.
The baby dragon chirped. Then, without hesitation, it climbed his boot, clawed at his leg, and curled up against his chest as if he were… home.
He didn't move. Didn't breathe.
The dragon let out a soft, purring squeak and snuggled tighter.
"…No," the knight finally muttered.
But it was too late.
The hatchling had chosen.
The beast-slayer. The war-specter. The man with no name and no past now held a baby dragon in his arms like it belonged there.
And the world would never be the same.
The most feared knight in the land became a father.
He didn't ask for this.
He didn't want this.
But fate? Fate didn't care.
Welcome to the beginning of the nameless knight's fluffy, funny furry and hairy? Adventure
(Yes I'm writing this cause I saw something cute)