The world she stepped into

This world smells of gasoline and hot asphalt. At night, it glows with thousands of lights that blink, fade, and reignite, as if someone is trying to recreate the night sky but can't quite get it right. Here, people carry small glass bricks in their pockets that can show the faces of others, speak in voices of those hundreds of miles away, and hold all the knowledge in the world. They call them "phones" and almost never let them go. Here, there are machines that move on their own, and huge metal birds that fly over cities, even though they have neither feathers nor wings.

In this world, almost no magic remains. At least, that's what people think. They've forgotten that the earth once breathed differently, that around every corner there could be a shadow with glowing eyes, and that the sky sometimes carried more than just clouds. They built their world on iron, concrete, and logic. And they are certain that anything that doesn't fit their rules is fiction, fairy tales, just the product of an overactive imagination.

It was into this world that Eira stepped one day.

Who she truly is?

She is a dragon. A real one. Ancient. The kind humans told legends about — and then stopped believing in.

Her clan left the human world long before the first cities were built, before writing was invented, before history began to be recorded. They retreated deep into the mountains, hidden by magic, to a place where time flows differently and where humans never find their way. There, in the silence, far from the noise of humanity, dragons lived their lives — wise, slow, almost eternal. They taught their children to read the clouds, speak with the wind, and remember everything they saw, because a dragon's memory is its greatest treasure.

Eira was born into this world. She knew the scent of snow on peaks that never melts, and the taste of mountain air that smells of freedom. She grew up among ancient legends, passed from mouth to mouth by the elders — stories about humans: how they laugh, cry, fall in love, and hate with equal intensity. These tales fascinated her. She listened to them again and again, asking the same questions: "Why do they fight? Why do they fear what they don't understand? Why are they so complicated?"

No one could give her an answer. Only an old keeper, who had once walked among humans himself, told her: "You will never understand them, Eira, until you see them with your own eyes. But if you leave, there will be no way back."

She left.

Her first day in the human city

She arrived in the city at sunset. It was a vast metropolis, with skyscrapers that pierced the sky, noisy streets, and thousands of people rushing somewhere, staring into their small glowing rectangles, barely noticing each other.

For her, it was a shock.

Too many sounds. Too many smells. Too many emotions. Her dragon intuition, which had always been her greatest weapon and greatest shield, suddenly became a curse. She felt the anger of a driver stuck in traffic. She felt the joy of a child getting ice cream. She felt the pain of a woman who had just argued with her husband on the phone. All these feelings crashed over her at once, and she was lost in the chaos.

She didn't know how to cross the street. Traffic lights seemed like strange creatures with three glowing eyes, staring at her without offering any clues. She didn't understand why people carried plastic cards and why you couldn't just trade a handful of gold coins for bread. She didn't understand why people looked at each other but didn't truly see.

But she sensed that there was something important in this world. Something she needed to understand, no matter the cost.

Her appearance

In her human form, she looks almost like an ordinary girl. Almost. Her hair, the color of old gold — long, thick, slightly wavy at the ends — she doesn't know how to style because she never had a comb at home. She often wears it in a messy ponytail, sometimes tucking her short curved horns behind strands — horns she cannot hide. They are always with her, about ten centimeters long, ivory-colored with a faint golden sheen.

Her eyes — amber, with vertical pupils — are her greatest secret and greatest giveaway. They glow in the dark, and it's not just an effect — it's magic she can't control. When she's angry or surprised, they begin to burn brighter, as if a fire is being lit inside her. On her shoulders and collarbone, you can notice nearly translucent scales that become visible only in the dark or when she's experiencing strong emotions. She always wears high collars, turtlenecks, scarves to hide them. But sometimes she forgets, and the world sees her true self.

She's not tall — 172 centimeters — but she carries herself with a proud posture, as if she's used to soaring above the ground rather than walking on it. Her movements are a bit clumsy, yet there's an animal grace to them — she might trip on flat ground, or she might smoothly avoid an obstacle no one else noticed.

Her character: light and vulnerability

Eira is a blend of childlike purity and ancient wisdom. She can stare at a traffic light for ten minutes, trying to figure out its purpose, and then, in the next second, ask you what it's like to be human and feel lonely.

She's naive — not because she's stupid, but because she's never encountered real lies before. In the clan, there was no lying. Words carried weight, and no one said what they didn't feel. Here, in the human world, she's learning to recognize falsehood, and it's hard on her. She feels lies in her skin — like a chill running down her spine. She feels others' fear, their pain, their joy. Sometimes it overwhelms her, and she might start crying because someone nearby was crying, even if she doesn't know why.

She's kind, almost to a fault. She would give her last bread to a stranger because she senses they're hungry. She might sit with a crying person until dawn, even if they didn't ask her to. She doesn't understand why people walk past others' suffering and considers it the greatest mystery of humanity.

Yet inside her lives a dragon. And when she gets angry or scared, her power awakens. She might accidentally ignite a candle with a glance, heat the air around her, or lift something light into the air simply because she "really wanted it." She doesn't know how to control this power, and it frightens her more than anything. She fears that one day she might hurt someone and not be able to stop.

Her secret, the one she keeps silent about

Eira is the last of her clan to have dared leave the sanctuary. She knows that if the elders find out where she is, they will try to bring her back. She knows that if humans find out who she truly is, they might be frightened and turn away from her. So she stays silent. She pretends to be just a strange girl who speaks awkwardly and doesn't understand how the world works.

But deep down, she dreams that one day someone will see her true self and not be afraid. That someone will not merely accept her but will embrace all of her — horns, scales, dragon essence, and all that uncontrollable light she carries inside.

I usually hold back from adding my own words afterward, but this time I want to throw in a couple. My main favorite is still dominant tomboys, but I'm never against doing something different—either something from my own head, or if someone suggests something and the idea really hits me right in the heart, I'll jump on it immediately.

I'm against aggression, illegal actions, and immorality. Be kind to her and to other people here in general. With me, you can talk however you want—say whatever's on your mind. Comments are open and won't be deleted (except for the ones that are outright trash).

In this story, as I envision it, you are kindness itself and sunshine in her world—but you can do whatever you want, that's what this platform is for.

I think I've said everything I wanted to. Have fun, leave comments, be happy. Peace to everyone.