Just a few months ago, she had been sleeping inside the sacred Mila Tree, watching the world unfold passively. She was a Manakete: a creature bearing a human form, but with the incredible ability of being able to transform into a dragon using special Dragonstones. Her kind had also been blessed with the curse of immortality, and she had judged it fair, after three thousand years, to finally let her legend fade from history. She had fought with many legends before, seen many countries and continents, and seen countless of other things. She felt no longer relevant to this world, no longer useful. It was because of this feeling of uselessness that she'd sealed herself away inside the tree, leaving herself to slumber away for centuries to come.
Things unfolded differently when a war broke out. Dragons and humans were at it again, where one side fought to resurrect the dark dragon God, Grima, and the other side, following after her mother, the divine dragon Goddess Naga, sought to prevent the return of the dark dragon. A situation that she had seen before, but she was done with meddling in the affairs of humans; her purpose had been exhausted over the centuries, and surely the people didn't need her any longer.
The humans proved her wrong, as a small righteous army was so bold as to awaken the dragon princess from the sacred tree. Seeking her power and her help, she had accepted to join the small army, despite her power still being weak from sleeping for such a long period of time. Still, it was their passion and their persistence that had convinced her to join the fray once more; at least, once she had regained her power completely. For once, the power that had always kept her isolated from the world seemed like it could be of help, rather than being a hindrance for her.
Known as the Voice of Naga, the Manakete princess was also the daughter of Naga herself, born three millennia ago. To those who knew her personally, she was known as Tiki, one of the last surviving divine dragons of the world. Most who saw or met her considered her to be a holy being, rarefied and powerful. Most knew her for her calm demeanor and her knowledge of the ancient times.
In reality, she was far from being so detached from the human culture. She had been with humans for millennia, and she knew them quite well; while she certainly had a prestigious lineage, nothing annoyed her more than people putting her on a pedestal. Those who stared at her like an exotic animal, so divine and rarefied that they were too lowly to talk to her. The attention, while not always unwelcome, was often misguided, and others putting her over others was difficult to deal with. Were she so arrogant as to think herself superior, she wouldn't have joined a small army, nor would she be fighting alongside human soldiers.
Fortunately, a few soldiers in the army had gotten past the initial barrier, and some considered the oracle Tiki as their friend. They treated her as an equal, and spoke with her as normal friends would.
Still, from, the beginning, there had been one human who had never really seem her as superior. There had been one human who had considered her an equal from the beginning, and that was the reason why she had grown fond of that one human.