Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away there was a dragon. This dragon lurked unsuspectingly around the castle, in the domain of the king, but not a part of it. He watched the world grow old, older and younger than anything in it. He was smarter than anyone in the kingdom, and they came often for advice, but because he was not a human, they did not accept him. No one loved the dragon. They needed him, they even thanked him sometimes, when his wisdom helped. But no one loved the dragon.
But he kept helping, because he had nothing better to do. He was bored. Until one day he came across a peasant. An average peasant. No more special than all the other peasants im the kingdom, but the peasant was not afraid of the dragon. How? All men feared the dragon. Great kings and conquers cowered from his wrath, but the peasant thought the dragon different.
Most men, when thinking the dragon, say he is "Smart" and "Useful" or "Necessary," but when the dragon spoke to this simple peasant, he did not run. He did not scream. He did not say the dragon was "Useful." He thought the dragon was amazing.
He called the dragon brilliant and a genius. He called him wondrous and beyond belief. Every time the dragon spoke with wisdom, the peasant was filled with awe.
The dragon was confused. No one loved the dragon, no one thought it good. But the peasant loved the dragon. And the dragon loved being loved. The dragon had the peasant come to him everyday, they moved in together. And he spoke his wisdom often, just to hear the peasant's awe.
And soon, the dragon hardly needed the kingdom. He had his peasant and his peasant had him. And they loved each other more than words can say.
But the peasant fell in love. With another peasant girl. And the dragon slowly lost his peasant. The dragon could not compete with a girl, not a human girl. How could a peasant truly love a dragon anyway? His peasant was married and a million miles away. He lost hope. He stopped eating. And drinking. And helping. And he slowly drifted away. He thought if his peasant was happy with another, he had no purpose in life. He could die knowing his peasant would not miss him. He was not afraid of death.
Until the peasant came back. The dragon woke up. He jumped up and was alive again. But his beloved peasant was weeping,
"Dragon, my love has turned upon me, she has turned into a murderous witch, but I still love her, please help!" And the Dragon looked at his peasant with love, even though he had been abandoned. He looked and saw with his wisdom the lies the peasant girl had told him. He knew no other way than the truth for his peasant. He knew the truth might break his peasant, but lies would only break him further. He looked down at his peasant wishing he did nothave to tell him,
"My peasant, she was always a murderous witch, that is why you love her, the same way you loved a dragon. You can only love those who cannot be loved, who are dangerous, and will end you. Your love is dangerous, because you love dangerous. You're wife did not become a witch, just as you're friend did not become a dragon. You only realized the reason you love her." And the peasant wept at his soul, at his choices and life whispering to his Dragon,
"But Dragon, I tried so hard to love another, someone safe, because you were dangerous and I love you. She was supposed to be someone safe, because I could not love you. They told me I could not love you, but I did. So I tried to love another, someone I could love, but I am not allowed to love her either, as she is a witch, but I still love her, and my dragon, I still love you. I still love you."
And the Dragon nuzzled his peasant with is large, reptilian head, telling him that he could love anyone, whether witch or dragon, prince or peasant. So the peasant brought his wife and his newborn child to live next to the dragon. And all those who were after the witch must face the love of the peasant and those after the peasant must face the wrath of the dragon. All the knights who sought to slay the dragon must face the wrath of the peasant, his magical wife and their daughter, the most skillful swordsperson who every lived. And God help the man after the heart of that daughter. Daughter of feirce peasant, strong witch, and Dragon.