Years pass

Your once beautiful gem-like scales were now dull and dirty, scars coat your body from many battles. 5 generations of human women have been imprisoned in the tower of the castle that acts as your cell. Humans come to fight you, most you eat, at least getting a bit of satisfaction in your miserable life. If you were still wild you would be reaching your peak, probably have had a mate for many years and be raising your first or second set of offspring. Instead, it is your captors that prosper. You have done your best to learn their language and about their world; all part of an attempt to learn how to escape.

None of the females that the humans imprison with you have ever taken any interest in you. Your only interactions have been with the men and women that come to defeat you. This changes with the 6th woman to be imprisoned with you. One day you hear a noise from behind you. "Err, excuse me err Mr Dragon or Miss Dragon... I don't know how to tell, sorry" a little girl says.