Slowly the dragon descends into the cave. Inside you see two men and a small child. One of the men is a tall and lanky with black hair wearing a skintight cotton shirt that has no left sleeve with the right sleeve extending down into a fingerless glove. He's wearing a pair of black jeans (You didn't even know that Jeans existed in a fantasy world) and black boots. Strapped to his hips are two long swords.
The second man is about the same height as the other man, he is quite muscular and has hair that seems to be both red and black. A look into his eyes betrays some kind of bestial nature. This man is wearing a black cloak and red plate armor that seems to be made of metal, crystal and bone at the same time depending on how the light hits it. He has what you, as an archeologist, know to be a hand-and-a-half sword strapped to his side, as well as a scabbard for another. After a second you realize that there is a small red dragon perched on his shoulder.
The young boy comes running up to you and looks you over excitedly. He looks no more than five years of age, has bright blonde hair, and sparkling orange eyes. Like the second man he is wearing a black cloak, only his seems more like a robe rather than the man's which looks like a cape. Strapped to his back is a hand-and-a-half sword, as large as the child. He babbles to the man in the same language that the Dragon spoke during your journey. The man shakes his head.
"Konohoramu si mi zi baleka persvek wux. Gethrisj spical jaka ekess wer cayosin." The man says slowly holding out his hand as though to grasp a sword's hilt. The dragon burst into flames and streaked towards the man. as the flames disappeared you note that in the man's hand is a crystaline sword which resembles a toungue of flame, the hilt of which is fashioned into the dragon which brought you here. The man then turns to you.
"A thousand apologies Kim," he says bowing to you, "Yes I know your name, yes I speak English. I think you deserve an explanation so here it is. Konohoramu is an idiot." The young boy chuckled and a gutteral growl came from the sword. "I sent him into your world in order to try and find a person who carries blood that is sacred to my people in their veins and, unfortunately he brought you."
"Well then," you say nervously, "I guess that I should just be going then..."
"It's not that simple," the other man said, "you were brought here without the knowledge of the council, as such you cannot be returned to your world until you have given birth to a child, and unfortunately since you are an outworlder, only a Mage or Dragon would mate with you. Mating with a Mage is tricky because many of them have no interest in having children until they are at least seventy which leaves Dragons and Draconi. Neither Amelf or myself are looking for a mate, so you will have to find someone else."
"True," Amelf, you're guessing, replied. "As Nuada said, you will have to mate with a Dragon. We will take you at least to the nearest Draconic village I'm sure someone will be willing to take you there." As the two men walk off the young boy tugs on you.
"Don't worry miss," he smiles sweetly, "Dragons don't eat people, regardless of what you have heard, now come on, there are plenty of nuts out here who will try to kill you."
After three days of travel and six days in town you find a male dragon who will take you in he is...