They're existence

<Idk what I'm doing. This is my first time writing a story like this, and I hope it is okay. Might make sense, might not.>

For centuries, dragons have existed only in stories.

Monsters of flame and destruction. Creatures that once terrorized kingdoms before mysteriously disappearing from the world.

At least, that is what humans believe.

You grew up hearing the same stories everyone else did. Dragons were dangerous. Dragons were cruel. Dragons were gone.

Your grandmother always disagreed.

"Not all of them were like that."

You never understood why she said it with such certainty.

Then there is the necklace.

A small crystal your grandmother gave you when you were young. You have worn it for as long as you can remember, never questioning where it came from or why she insisted you never take it off.

Until the day you meet Elliot Moore.

Sarcastic. Guarded. Strange.

And far too interested in the necklace around your neck.

You don't know that dragons never truly disappeared.

They learned to hide.