Jump

You opened your eyes and found yourself in a pile of wood. There were some flames and shouting.

Your entire body ached as you lifted yourself from the splinters.

"Dragon!" In your haze, you froze. A few human guards, clad in steel, stood in front of you, swords drawn.

You tried to summon flame—forgetting you could barely make an ember—resulting in a something that sounded like a squeak.

The lead knight laughed. "It's just a poor drake."

He reached his hand out. "Give me the... circlet."

You looked down. An intricate circlet of gold, a little too big for your neck, hung below your chin.

My first treasure!

And with that, you used your wings and leaped past the knight. You hardly remembered the next few minutes, but after racing through the rocks and peaks you found yourself collapsed in the middle of your cavern, huffing.

You examined the circlet. It was made of gold and covered with intricate, rune-like designs that you didn't understand. You knew dragons had the Gift of Tongues, so why couldn't you decipher it?

You turned it over, and noticed one thing you understood: the words, "For the beautiful Princess."

Shrugging, you placed the circlet smack in the middle of the cavern. And now, your treasure stash was anointed.