Disclaimer: This story is mostly written from a human (or scavenger depending on what you prefer) perspective especially during the beginning, but I will try to also include a fair share from the dragon point of view later on.

Also, I know that this story is categorized as Sci-Fi, but it's actually steampunk. There was sadly no tag for that.

That's all I have to say, for now, enjoy the story (Which I hope you also will :3).

[Location: A tower on an unknown continent]

A person was running up the stairs, only one goal in mind. He had to reach the top and active the machine before his pursuers caught him.

20m

He could hear them behind him. They were small but fast… and deathly. They knew that if he succeeded they had no longer a chance of winning.

15m

There! He could see the dim light shining through the window. If he could get through the door he would be safe. A projectile flew past him, missing him by centimeters.

10m

He had finally arrived at the top… but he wasn't a safe jet. A few more meters separated him from the door. A straight sprint, but without any cover.

5m

Something crashed into him from behind sending him barreling into the fence that surrounded the top of the tower. His persuaders' hat caught up to him.

He pulled his weapon to defend himself, but that little movement was too much. The fence broke and a bit later he fell.

A few seconds passed in which he was hovering freely in the air. The black sea looming beneath him was the last thing he saw before he collided with the water… and everything went black.

[Location: A small human harbor in Pyrrhia]

Robin was on his daily patrol at the outskirts of his home, keeping an eye out for dragons. So far he had an all-clear. When he looked over the beach, he however noticed a bright light that blinded him.

It was a bit of a distance from his town, but curiosity got the better of him and he carefully sneaked closer to inspect it.

He didn't expect what he was to find. First, he thought it was some weird metal puppet, but then he noticed that the puppet was breathing.

It was a human, wearing some kind of armor from wood, leather, and an unknown metal and it covered every single part of his body.

Robin picked the stranger up and started dragging him back to the village before the dragons could find him instead.

This is my first story, and I'm not sure if it's good or bad. If you have any tips for improvement of my writing I would be happy to hear them. :-)