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A young elf was running through the forest with her eyes full of tears. The elf in question was more tan sick of the teasing of her fellow elves.

That mocking was caused because despite being an elf, she was not like the others. She was not tall, and slender, her eyes were not bluish and she wasn't blonde haired. Instead she had a small frame, auburn hair and chestnut eyes. The only trait that she had from the elves were her pointed ears.

Besides, her handling of the bow and arrows left much to be desired. She wasn't a warrior. Her true passion were books and scrolls especially the medical ones. She dreamed of becoming a good healer in the future. She wanted to show the world that the knowledge was more important than physical skills. But that didn't stop the other elves from mocking her.

The tears were blurring her vision, and she didn't notice that she had arrived to a clear, far away from the forest. And neither did she realize that there was a giant red lump in the center. Only when she collided with it, she noticed that its texture was scaly, like a snake, or a…

An annoyed grunt make her stumble backwards. The dragon slowly raised his massive head and looked at her with piercing golden eyes.

"How do you dare to interrupt my rest, you weak creature?" He spoke with an imposing voice, although he seemed a little bit tired.

The young elf didn't respond. She was too scared to do it.

"May I know who you pathethic little thing are?" He spoke again. And again she didn't respond.

The dragon's patience was beginning to wane. He extended one of his enormous talons to grab her and crush her, but the mere movement made him wince with pain and bring the talon to his chest area. Behind the claw the elf got to see a deep wound.

'That must be the origin of his suffering.' The girl thought.

"You need help?" She asked in a mousy voice.

"Why do you care?!" He roared back and winced again with pain.

She was taken aback by his sudden outburst but quickly recovered when she realized that he needed her medical knowledge.

"I can help you if you want." She said with a little more confidence in her voice.

"But why? I could easily scorch you with one flare."

"You need treatment."

The dragon narrowed his eyes, suspiciously. But the pain in his chest was becoming insufferable, so he decided to accept.

"Alright. Show me what you can do."

The elf face lightened and her smile grew. Surprisingly her reaction warmed a little the dragon's cold heart. He didn't know why but seeing her happy made him feel better with himself.

'Must be the blood loss…" He tought.

The girl started searching in her bag for bandages, towels and medical ointments and disinfectants. When she got out all the things she needed, the elf proceeded to wet a towel with disinfectant. When she raised her hand to put the towel in the wound, she stopped.

"This is going to hurt you, so please don't attack me." She pleaded.

The dragon nodded and moved his foreleg to give her total access to his wound. When the wet towel made contact whith his scaly skin He let out a low growl but nothing else more. Despite the pain he felt, he could stand bravely until she covered the wound with bandages.

"It's over, this should serve, I'm Molly by the way." She calmly told him.

The dragon titled his head to the side. What a strange elf she was. Others would have fled or attacked him, but she did not. She was a rare and unique specimen. Like a jewel.

"I'm Sherlock." His deep voice rumbled, and Molly smiled again.

Yes, definitely she was different. She was like a treasure, a big, shiny and valuable treasure. And he wanted that treasure to be his.

Molly would never be able to escape from him, he always kept close to his belongings.