"Hector," Altan says slowly, walking toward the crowd. Some people make way, others freeze in fear. His presence commands attention, a shadow looming over the chaos.
"Do you all want to see a demon?" His voice cuts through the air, resonating with every person in the room.
A child's voice suddenly breaks through the silence, "Yes! Dragon sir!" he shouts with innocent excitement. The boy stands out, dressed in a simple, loose-fitting brown tunic, slightly too large for his small frame. His worn sandals barely cling to his feet, and a frayed scarf wraps around his neck, swaying as he bounces on his toes. His black, unusually floating hair moves like it's caught in a wind only he can feel.
The boy's mother, a woman dressed in a tattered blue gown, shivers at the sound of her son's words. Panic floods her face as she desperately tries to hush him, placing a trembling hand over his mouth. "Oh no, Dragon…" she mutters, her voice barely a whisper.
