A gentle breeze blew across the mountaintop, rustling the leaves of the ancient oak tree under which Lucien lay. His vibrant blonde hair moved in rhythm with the grass and leaves swaying in the wind.
Nearby, two children, a boy with short black hair and a girl with shoulder-length red hair, chased each other, their laughter echoing joyfully across the serene landscape.
Both were Dragonoids, their small, delicate scales on their hands and cheeks along with small horns glinting softly in the sunlight.
Lucien's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of the morning sky and the falling leaves, each a delicate brushstroke in nature's grand painting. He lay still for a moment, absorbing the tranquility.
But suddenly, he sat up with a jolt, his eyes wide with confusion as he scanned his surroundings.