I lie low in an adventurers' tavern wearing human skin, my claw tips brushing the dark patterns on my wineglass. This is already the third dragon-slaying party sent to hunt me.
When the silver-haired Valkyrie with the greatsword on her back kicks open the wooden door, I catch the scent of blood from one of my own kind.
Disguised as a novice knight, I chew on a beef pie as she lifts my adventurer's badge with the tip of her sword. "Rookie, stick with me if you want to live." No one knows that this human body hides mythic dragon scales, and no one suspects I'm using dragon magic to suppress the urge to devour the golden chandelier.
When the paladins' detection barrier sweeps across the tavern, the Valkyrie's breastplate suddenly reflects the slit pupil of a dragon in my left eye…
When the gods' emissaries in the mortal world begin slaying dragons, I, the last of the ancient dragon bloodline, have no choice but to use the golden blood flowing through my spine to rewrite the laws of the entire continent before time runs out.
Very unique style, some people may not be able to accept it. Nice writing!