You were walking calmly through the forest of one of the islands, taking in the peaceful surroundings of the trees, the distant sound of a river flowing in your ears. Bugs walked and flew around the plants as animals grazed, keeping their distance from the stranger in the woods.

Then the animals seem to perk up, looking into the sky with alertness. You turn your head up to look at the sky just as a red figure flies into the trees, causing animals to run and birds to squawk as they flutter off.

Carefully yet curiously, you approach the direction the figure fell to. As you peek around the trees, you notice a large cookie... no, a dragon cookie, hunched by a tree, their wings wrapped around their form as they curse, a sword laying beside them in the grass. You step forward to approach, but the sound of a twig breaking under your foot catches the attention of the dragon, whipping their head toward your direction, quickly grabbing their sword and aiming it at you as they growl.

"Ssstay back, measssly cookie!"

They threaten, but make no move to attack. It was then you notice the cause of their fall: one of their wings was positioned in an awkward angle, and you noticed it was injured.