In the heart of the Enchanted Forest, where the trees grew tall and the flowers bloomed bright, there lived a lonely dragon named Soren. Soren was a magnificent creature, with shimmering green scales and piercing golden eyes, but he had always been alone. The other dragons had long ago flown away to seek adventure and treasure, but Soren had stayed behind, for he had no desire for such things. All he wanted was a friend.
Every day, Soren would fly high above the forest, searching for someone to share his days with. But no matter how far he flew, he never found anyone who wanted to be his friend. The animals of the forest were afraid of him, and the humans who sometimes wandered into the forest would run away at the sight of him. So Soren would return to his cave, feeling lonelier than ever.
One day, as Soren was flying over a nearby village, he saw a commotion down below. A group of knights were riding through the streets, their armor shining in the sunlight. They were followed by a young woman, dressed in simple clothing and carrying a backpack.
Curious, Soren circled down to get a closer look. As he landed on the edge of the village, he heard the knights talking.
"Princess Isadora has decided to set out on a quest to find the rarest flower in the land," said one of the knights.
"Such a task is too dangerous for a young woman," said another. "We must go with her to protect her."
Soren watched as the princess spoke up. "I appreciate your concern, but I don't need protection," she said. "I have my wits and my courage, and I am determined to complete this quest on my own."
The knights tried to dissuade her, but she would not be swayed. She mounted her horse and rode out of the village, her backpack bouncing on her back.
Soren watched her go, intrigued. He had never seen a human who was not afraid of him before. He spread his wings and took to the air, following her from a distance.
As the day wore on, Soren watched as the princess made her way through the forest. She walked confidently, her eyes scanning the ground for signs of the flower she sought. Soren was impressed by her determination and her bravery. He had never met anyone like her before.
As night fell, the princess set up camp in a clearing. She built a fire and cooked herself a meal, and Soren watched from a distance, his belly rumbling with hunger. He had not eaten all day, and he wondered if the princess would share her food with him.
Taking a deep breath, Soren walked into the clearing. The princess jumped up, startled, and drew her sword.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
Soren bowed his head. "I am Soren, the dragon," he said. "I mean you no harm."
The princess lowered her sword, looking surprised. "A dragon who speaks?" she said. "I have never heard of such a thing."
Soren shuffled his feet, feeling self-conscious. "I am not like other dragons," he said. "I am alone, and I am lonely."
The princess looked at him kindly. "I understand what it's like to be alone," she said. "I am on a quest to find the rarest flower in the land, and I am doing it alone. Would you like to join me?"
Soren's eyes widened. He had never been asked to join anyone before. "Really?" he said.
The princess nodded.
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