The beach buzzed with activity as fishermen prepared their nets for the abundant fish season. Saltwater mist hung in the air, mixing with the scent of seaweed and freshly caught fish. Laughter and shouted conversations created a vibrant atmosphere as the men readied their boats, their hands calloused from years of work.

Without warning, the cheerful sounds transformed into screams of terror. 'DRAGON!!' someone shrieked, their voice cracking with fear. 'RUN!!! THE CRUEL DRAGON IS COMING!!'

The ground trembled slightly as a massive shadow blotted out the sun. The dragon's wings sliced through the air with a leathery sound, while his terrifying roar sent birds scattering from the nearby trees. His black scales glinted in the sunlight, contrasting sharply with the numerous scars crisscrossing his body and the ragged tear in his left wing.

As panic spread like wildfire, fishermen tripped over each other in their desperate scramble to escape. Everyone fled except one young man who stood frozen, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination as he watched the mythical creature descend.

Rhaegor's golden eyes narrowed with curiosity when he spotted the motionless figure amidst the chaos. Instead of continuing his rampage, he altered his course, his massive wings beating slower as he approached the shore. The young man's heart pounded in his chest, his mouth going dry as the enormous beast landed with a heavy thud just meters away, sending sand flying in all directions.