The Hunter and the Dragon 3: The Legend Continues

Garlond:

I wiped the dragon drool off my shoulder and inhaled the crisp air. It felt good in my lungs, as being in the stomach of a dragon for several hours tended to get one rather woozy.

"So, which one of you buggers wants it first?" I questioned as I began to slice through the ropes that had Sapphira tied up. She stood up and positioned herself besides me, growling menacingly and placing herself into a defensive posture. The largest of the three dragons strutted forward.

"Three dragons versus another dragon and a puny human." he sneered as all three of them began to close in on us, "This will be pretty easy!"

I just laughed at them and pointed my sword at them mockingly.

"Do you have any idea who you're up against?"

"Oh please," grumbled the grey dragon on the left, "We've heard all of this before."

"Have you ever heard of the saying 'don't judge a book by it's cover'?" I replied, "Because right now, I think it sums up what's about to happen." The three dragons paused, cocking their heads in confusion.

Then, I let them have it. "FUS, RO DAH!"

The force of my Thu'um sent the middle dragon hurdling across the hall. The other two stumbled, regained their balance and leapt at us, roaring in red hot fury. I raised my sword and charged at the grey dragon. Immediately, he spewed a fireball in my direction, making me raise my shield in defence. I winced as the flaming orb exploded against it, and I looked up to see him charging me. I brought my sword down onto his snout, and the beast roared and scratched at the wound on his face. Taking the opportunity, I drove my gleaming blade into the dragon's skull. He grumbled deeply, and went still. I lowered my sword and began to run over to Sapphira, who was brawling with the third dragon on the floor, she was on top of him, savaging his neck. Soon after, the dragon yelped and stopped moving. I walked towards Sapphira, who was looking at me with a not a glint of mercy in her usually calm, golden eyes.

"The tablet is just over there," she said, nodding her head to the left, "Let's grab it and get out of here. I hate this place."

"So do I, Sapphira." I muttered, "The sooner we leave, the better..." 

"Garlond!" Sapphira suddenly roared, "Behind you!" As quick as a flash, I unsheated two, razor sharps daggers in both hands and turned around. An enourmous teal dragon was swooping down towards me on his great wings. I could only recognise this dragon as Traak the Oppreser. He opened his maw and released a blast of fire. I spun round and threw the daggers at him like a pair of discuses and watched them swivel through the air, through the flames and into the dragons mouth. The red hot blades then came out through the back of the dragons head. With a mighty crash, Traak hit the ground and slided across it, until his head was just a metre from where I was standing.

"Wow." was the only thing Sapphira said as Traak's body began to burn.

The dragons were dead. It was all over.

I grabbed the large stone slab from it's mantelpiece and shoved it into my rucksack, and I began to walk to the exit, closing my eyes as the orange glows of the dragon's souls were absorbed into my body. When I opened them, near the end of the hall, I saw a brown dragon looking at me in horror. I recognised him as the dragon I used my Thu'um on.

"Well," I grumbled as I unsheathed my sword, "It looks like we have one left." The dragon gasped, frozen in fear.

"On seconds thoughts," I said, placing my sword back in it's sheath, "I'll let Sapphira kill you, as you've put her through so much pain."

"With pleasure." Sapphira growled as she began to slowly advance towards the dragon, her protuding talons gleaming in the soft beams of moonlight seeping in through the windows. The dragon couldn't take it anymore. We both watched him gallop out of the temple doors and take off into the sky, howling in shock all the way.

"Alright," I looked up to Sapphira, "Let's go home. I could use some sleep."

Sapphira landed with a *bang!* onto the peak. I clambered off her back and relighted the campfire, as we would need it tonight. It was absolutely freezing. Sapphira was watching me intently as I emptied the contents of my rucksack, searching for the tablet. She smiled softly at me, her sapphire scales shining brightly in the light of the campfire, and I must admit, she still looked as beautiful as when she saved me all those years ago, on that hunting trip. I had lived with her ever since, and an emotional friendship had began to form between the two of us. Sapphira was kind, caring, sweet, playful, and was a huge pleasure to be around. But ever since the day Alikr the Swift came, that had all changed. The day I killed Alikr was the same day I had discovered who I truly was.

I was the Dragonborn. The prophesised hero who was destined to slay the Nordic Dragon God of Destruction, Alduin.

Since then, I had devoted my life to fufilling that prophecy. I travelled the land, searching for the answers and clues to my existence, with Sapphira constantly at my side. She was very keen to help me on my quest, as she herself had been affected by Alduin, in several, bad ways. Strangely, this new life had brought out a part of Sapphira that I had never seen before. She was still the kind-hearted dragoness I knew, but place her on the battlefield, and you had a ruthless, bloodthirsty warrior. So far, I had been fairly successful on my travels, finding and clearing many dragon hideouts and bases, saving villages from complete destruction and even managing to master my strange abilty, known as the Thu'um. The Thu'um granted me the power to speak in the Dovah Tongue, allowing me to turn my voice into a thunderous force of varied proportions. As I slayed more dragons, it grew ever more powerful. 

"Here," I broke the silence and handed the Dragonstone Tablet to Sapphira, "I can't read this."

"Sure." she replied, took the slab from my arms and brought it into the light of the campfire. Humming cheerly, she brought her head closer to the tablet and scanned it's symbolic paragraphs. After a few seconds, she stopped humming and a look of dread plagued her face. 

"Oh no no no." she frantically muttered, shaking her head, "This is not good."

"Whats wrong Sapphira?" I said calmly, "What are they doing to do?" She looked up at me and gulped. 

"They're... they're planning to resurrect the Draugr... and use them against the villages and towns." My blood boiled at the word. Draugr. Ancient Nords that used to serve the dragons. So now they were being brought back to life by to do their dirty work. Cowards.

"Sapphira," I began, as an idea accumilated in my head, "I was just thinking..."

"What is it, Garlond? Tell me."

"Well... if you are truly convinced that the dragons are bringing up armies of the undead, do you think... well... we'll need help?"

"Like an alliance?"

"Yes, something like that. I mean, we can't go head on against thousands of Draugr and Dovah. We'll stand no chance. So, what I think we should do, is give all this clue-searching a bit of a break and I say we should spend our time searching for some trusty, powerful warriors to help us along the way." Sapphira put her paw to her head, thinking about this.

"To be honest." she smiled, "I think that is a pretty good idea. Would you like to start searching tomorrow?"

"Sure." I walked up to her and stroked her snout, "We'll start tomorrow. Thanks, Sapphira."  

"Anything for you, Garlond." she purred, mostly at my touch. 

That was the turning point. 

This was when things started to change.

I woke up to the early morning sun and streched my arms, expecting to find Sapphira lying next to me. But she wasn't. Confused, I slipped out of my sleeping bag and went to look for her. I walked around the peak, dazed at why she was gone. For all the years I had lived with her, she never left the peak without letting me know. 

"Sapphira?" I shouted, "Are you there? Hello?"

No reply.

I started to get worried. Where was she? I began to look around every single corner on the peak, expecting to find her hiding somewhere. Playing a joke on me. But I was afraid, as this was not her normal behaviour. After searching for several minutes, I jogged around the back of the hill to find Sapphira perched on the large rock that jutted out of the hillside. She had her back to me and was staring at the tundra plain and beyond, not moving an inch.

"There you are, Sapphira. I've been looking everywhere for you!" I cried.

Again, no reply.

"Alright Sapphira, I've had enough! Stop it you're scarin...!"

"He is coming." I stopped at her sudden outburst.

"What do you mean? Who's comin...?"

"He is coming." Sapphira muttered, once again cutting me off.

"Who?!" I cried.

"The World Eater is coming."

"Yes, I know. That's why we need to get out there! Now!" Sapphira turned to look at me. Her usually proactive eyes were filled with a dull, blank expression.

"The World Eater is coming. The end is neigh, Garlond."

"Yes! I know!" I sighed, "But what are you playing at? I've never seen you act like this before, are you OK?"

"I'm fine, Garlond." she replied, "But the question is, are you?"

"What is wrong with you? Is this some kind of joke?" Sapphira suddenly narrowed her eyes and glared at me with a look that she had never used before. A look that made me want to break down and cry.

Hatred.

"Sapphira," I bellowed, "I don't know what you're playing at, but you are really getting to me, stop!"

"I will not stop." she replied, still staring at me, "This is what I really am, Garlond. This is what I really think of you." Holding back tears, I walked backwards a couple of steps.

"No, Sapphira!" I cried as she turned back around, staring into the distance again, "Please! Stop! I'm begging you! You're my best and only friend! Why are you treating me this way?! Ever since you've met me, you've helped me, looked after me, tended to my wounds, sorted out my problems, the list goes on, Sapphira! I've never seen you act in this awful manner! I thought you liked me, Sapphira!"

"LIES!" Sapphira roared and turned her head around until her snout was inches away from my faces. The scariest thing about this was that she said it in two voices. One being her own, another being a warped, demonic voice. I fell to the ground and started to crawl backwards in complete horror. Sapphira's eyes were not the kind yellow colour they usually were. Now they were a hellish, burning red. They glowed brightly as she began to herd me up against the back wall of the peak, her face twisted into an unearthly snarl. 

This dragon was not Sapphira anymore.

"Do you really think I ever cared for you?" she screeched, "I couldn't give a skeever's backside for a pathetic, puny human like yourself! This was all just an excuse to get to know you so I could STAB YOU. IN. THE BACK!" Sapphira's face began to twitch disturbingly and deform itself slightly in places.

"You're not Sapphira." I choked, tears streaming down my face, "You're a monster. What have you done with her?!" What was meant to be Sapphira laughed demonically, spewing out black flames as she did so.

"You've always been a fool Garlond!" she screamed in that terrible voice, "I should tear out your heart where you stand, you arrogant BASTARD!" I couldn't bear this anymore. I would go insane if I had to put up with it any longer. I jumped up and tried to sprint away, only to be tripped up by Sapphira's now unaturally long, black tongue. The muscle wrapped around my legs tightly as it dragged me back to the demonic Dovah. Her saliva covered my skin and turned it to a sickly yellow wherever it touched me. It felt like I was being slowly fried.

"NO!" I screamed, "NOOOO! STOP!" I looked up at the dragoness' grinning head. It was now drenched in an unholy, black fire, which began to burn her scales and skin off, until only a skull was left, those red eyes still there, boring into my head. I desperately clamped my eyes shut and plugged my ears with my fingers, but alas, I could still see her horrific features and hear her insane laughter.

"I never liked you. Neither did I intend to help you." Sapphira hissed, "I have always been loyal to Alduin, NOT YOU!" I just lay there and cried, finding it impossible how such a wonderful creature as Sapphira could betray me like this.

"Please," I whispered, "Don't do this, Sapphira."

"Oh, but you'll find that I have to! We shared some memorable times together, and I hated every minute of it! Now, in the name of the Great Alduin, the Eater of Worlds, I will put you down like the dog you are! Goodbye, Garlond! Now, I'm going to send you to Oblivion!" Sapphira screeched as she raised a razor-sharp, long talon to finish me off. 

"NOOOOOO!" I yelled as the talon was plunged down onto my chest.

"Sapphira!" I roared out with all my breath as I was torn back into the reality of night. I sagged into my sleeping bag and gagged on my own disbelief. It was all I could do.

"Garlond!" Sapphira cried as she galloped over and nuzzled me deeply, "Are you OK? Has something hurt you?!"

"No, Sapphira." I sighed reluctantly at the dragoness who I truly knew, "I had an awful dream. That's all." Sapphira pulled her head away from me and gave me a sad, puppy-eyes look. Then she began to speak in a silly voice.

"Aww," she cooed, "Did the wittle Dragonbworn have a vewy nasty dweam?" she laughed, "Who am I kidding, come here you big lump!" she brought out her paw and softly lifted me to her side. A part of me was angry that Sapphira was treating me this way after what I had just went through, but I kept quiet. It felt relieving to see the real Sapphira in all her kind, mockful glory.

"Shut up!" I laughed and I went to lightly slap her nose, but before I could, she stuck out her tongue and playfully began to lick me. "Alright!" I chuckled as she covered me in saliva, "I had a bath not long ago!" 

"Well I just gave you another." Sapphira joked, "But all in seriousness, Garlond, what did you just dream about?" I shook my head and shrugged, I didn't want to worry her. 

"I can't remember. It was all over in a flash. I'm OK, just a little shaken up."

Suddenly, Sapphira looked down at me and gave me a sly grin.

"Did you just basically say you don't feel good?"

"Erm..." I stuttered, scratching my head, "... yes." Sapphira brought down her head to my face, my hair blowing back as her breath wafted over me.

"Come on. You know what we do when you don't feel well. Don't make me give you clues, because you know what I mean." she said in a soft, teasing voice as she raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Sorry," I smirked back, "I'm afraid I don't." Sapphira blushed softly and giggled.

"Wow, Garlond, I love it when you act so dumbfounded. You're so cute that I could just eat you up!" Then it hit me.

"Ahah!" I grinned up at her, "I'm not as dumb as you think I am! I see what you mean you big, blue poofball you!" Sapphira giggled again at my sarcastic insult and gave me another huge, wet lick across my face

You see, me and Sapphira were not just normal friends. Most people would say our relationship was close, but we decided to take it to the next level. Yes, that's right, Sapphira would often eat me, whether it was for sleeping, protection, long travels or even just for fun. She could do this because she had a bizarre ability in which she could control how her digestive system functions, which could be to speed digestion up, stop it or even to heal someone inside her stomach. I know it sounds very strange, but this is how we actually became friends, and we had done it many times since.

"Alright." I said, "Open up!" Sapphira grinned and gave me a teasing wink before she began to slowly open her mouth wide.

Seeing Sapphira's open maw was a common sight, which had never failed to give make me get butterflies in my stomach. It was a captivating sight to see, her mouth was so large that it could easily accomodate someone my size. I smiled at the welcoming sight of the pink, fleshy cavern, from her large, floppy tongue to her dark, pulsing throat. It never grew old. I clambered slowly into her sultry maw and breathed in her sweet breath. Her mouth hadn't changed since the very first time we had done it, and that was one of my favourite things about the whole experience. The huge, pink tongue writhed underneath me as Sapphira began to savour my taste by slathering me in a layer of warm, slimy saliva with her tongue, which lightly pushed me against the roof of her mouth. She did this so I was easier to swallow. When I was completely inside her mouth, I lay headfirst towards her throat, and when she felt me completely inside and safe, Sapphira closed her maw, trapping me inside the dark, moist space. I began to laugh as the front of her relentless tongue began to lick the bottoms of my feet, the warm, squishy surface tickling them better than any feather could. I heard a soft giggle from all around me when Sapphira heard my laughing, as she loved to make every single trip as enjoyable as possible for me, and it surely worked. I could feel Sapphira tilt her head and I began to slide between her slick palate and the grippy back end of her tongue towards her open throat. 

Now, for the best part. She was going to swallow me whole.

I grinned as I felt wet muscles contract and pulse all around me, forcing me into the dark, wet tunnel that was Sapphira's throat. As I was kneaded into her esophogas, I heard her talk loudly.

"Oh Garlond," she sighed happily, "You always taste just as good as when I first ate you!" It was fairly obvious that Sapphira enjoyed doing this as much as I did, as when I wasn't in her gut, she would often make puns such as 'you're my favourite food' and as she had just used 'you're so cute that I could just eat you up!'

I felt my trip come to a standstill when I was desposited into the soggy, hot space that was known as Sapphira's stomach. As expected, it's rubbery walls squelched around my body, taking in my form.

"That was fun." Sapphira giggled, "Feeling better yet, my dear Garly-Warly?"

"I'm good!" I laughed from within her belly. 'Garly-Warly' was the extremely annoying, but funny name that Sapphira would give me whenever she was in a good mood. Sapphira sighed, happy and content with a full stomach.

"I love doing this with you," she purred as she nuzzled the bulge I made in her side, "It hasn't gotten a single bit boring since the first time we did it. I feel like such a lucky dragon, and I don't know what I would do without you, Garlond."

"I could say the same thing to you, Sapphira." I replied softly, nudging her stomach.

"Aww," she giggled, "You really do know how to make me feel good. Goodnight, my sweet prince. Have a better sleep this time." she purred, once again nuzzling me from the outside.

"You too, Sapphira." I whispered from within her.

After all that, I began to fall asleep, completely forgetting about the hideous dream that I had just endured.

6 months later...

For several months, we had trekked around Skyrim, searching for any willing soul who would help me and Sapphira on our quest. But alas, no one bothered.. Everyday, I entered bars, mead halls and even palaces, just to get turned down. I had even tried to make deals with bandits and plead for help from the Companions Guild in Whiterun, but none of them were interested. No one was. Eventually, I began to visit bookshops and libraries, to gather up any kind of info on warriors and mercenaries for hire, but they were either unavailable or not put out for the job. Annoyed and frustrated, there was one last place on the map that we could try, and if there was nothing here, both myself and Sapphira would be in big trouble.

Exhausted, I dragged my iron-cladded body along the massive stone bridge, which had the head of a dragon carved into it's side. After crossing it, I found a small settlement resting on the other end.

'Welcome to Dragon's Bridge.' said a small wooden sign on the side of the cobbled path. "A very creative name for a town like this." I muttered to myself as I turned around to observe the village. Not far away, there was a small market, selling various goods and crafts. "Mabye I could get some information from the people running the stalls." I thought as I trudged over to the group of tattered, wooden shelters. I approached the closest stall, which was a grocer's. A tall, blond man was running the stall. He smiled at me and began to talk.

"Good morning, sir. How may I help you on this fine day?"

"Sorry," I replied, "But I only came here to ask for some information. You see, I'm looking for some people to help me to complete a specific task. They need to strong, confident and experienced in any kind of combat."

The grocer stopped smiling and looked past my shoulder as if he was thinking of something to say.

"Have you tried the Solitude Barracks or the Blue Palace?" he asked, "I'm pretty sure that they've got some powerful fighters." I sighed impatiently.

"Already looked." The grocer then began to do the same stare as he did before.

"I think I know someone who can help you," he said, "But frankly, he don't like to be disturbed."

"Who is this man you speak of?" I questioned him.

"Well, he is a very talented mage who goes by the name 'Josef'. Lives about a mile up the hill, in a cave. I only know the guy because I sometimes make deliveries to him, and he's also a loyal customer of mine."

"Great," I grinned at the grocer, "Thanks for your help." I turned to walk away when suddenly...

"But before you go to meet him, I think I should hatch you in on something."

"And what is that?" I sighed 

"This guy isn't your average magician. He... well... he lives with a dragon." 

I froze at the word. Dragon? Another friendly dragon? I thought Sapphira was the only good-hearted dragon alive!

"You're kidding me?" I leaned closer to the grocer, intrigued to know more.

"Mark my words, man. He saved the whole town from an army of Forsworn alongside that beautiful beast of his. Ask anyone who lives here."

"Thank you." I nodded at the grocer and began to run as fast as I could back to Sapphira, who was waiting outside the village.

"Glad to help!" I heard the grocer shout after me I sped off into the distance.

1 hour later...

"How much further?" Sapphira moaned as we walked up the path through the pine forest, "My legs are killing me!"

"Quiet, Sapphira." I grumbled, "The grocer said the mage lives just up here. Look out for a path in the side of the road." She sighed in response and began to crane her head from side to side, scanning the borders of the path for any signs of another route. And after a couple of minutes...

"Here," grunted Sapphira, "I've found a trail." Without hesitation, I began to sprint up the path, Sapphira close behind. After about five minutes of running up the steep trail, being whacked several times in the face by pine branches, I stopped running, exhausted after sprinting for several minutes straight.

"This is useless," said Sapphira, "There's no one up here. Let's just go back." I was just about to agree with her whining when...

"Come back," I said to Sapphira, who turned around and looked at me, "Someone's coming down the path." I watched a dark figure strolling down the forest path towards us, he hadn't seen us yet, so we decided to wait for him to come to us.

Eventually, he came close enough to spot us, and he froze. The young man was dressed in thin, grey robes with the hood down and a decorative chain spreading diagonally across his chest. On his feet were a pair of thick, black boots and on his hands were gloves of the same colour. His wispy, brown hair blew gently in the breeze as he stared at us, his jaw dropped and his brown eyes wide open. Thinking that he didn't want to make the first move, I quickly approached him, with Sapphira directly behind me. He looked like a magic kind of a man.

"Are you sure this is the correct person?" Sapphira asked softly.

"Yes," I replied in a slightly irritated tone as I turned to her, "Let me do the talking." Sapphira nodded and took a few steps back, observing the man closely from behind me.

"Are you Josef, the one they call 'The Dragon Mage of Haafingar?'" I asked. The young man scratched his head awkwardly.

"Erm..." he stuttered, "Yes, I guess so."

"Hello, Josef," I began, "I am travelling around Skyrim to find the strongest fighters to help me fight a terrifying evil that is rising fast. I had recently heard about what you did in Dragon's Bridge a few months ago, so I came here to talk with you. Bad times are approaching, Josef, and we could use a person with abilities such as your's to help prevent them from arriving."

"I'm afraid it is." said Sapphira, taking a few slow steps towards the amazed arcanist, "He speaks the truth." Josef turned and began to walk back up the hill.

"Sapphira?" she gasped, "Is that you?"

"Mira!" Sapphira squealed, and the two dragonesses galloped towards each other.

"Mira!" Sapphira exclaimed, "I haven't seen you for hundreds of years! I thought you were dead!"

"Same here!" Mira replied, "I thought you had fled to Akvir with the others! I'm just so glad to see you again!"

"Me too!" They began to nuzzle each other, purring in happiness.

"Well what do you know?" I grinned, "It looks like Sapphira and Mira were old friends."

"Aye." Josef replied, crossing him arms and smiling, "Come inside, Garlond. We have much to discuss." We walked into Josef's home as Sapphira and Mira walked further up the hill, chatting cheerfully among themselves.

"So you're telling me that you're the prophesised hero who is meant to slay the evil dragon Alduin?" Josef questioned.

"As crazy as it sounds, yes." I replied, sipping the cold mead from the goblet that I was offered, "It all started when I was on a hunting trip, as I used to be a hunter. I was attacked and seriously injured by a Sabre Cat when I was out there. It would have killed me if Sapphira never showed up. She took me home and healed me, in a really bizarre manner. She... she swallowed me! It turned out that Sapphira could control her digestive system to do whatever she pleased! After what she did for me, I moved in with her, and then one day, an evil dragon came and tried to kill Sapphira. So I killed him, discovering who I truly was in the process." Josef nodded.

"Strange," he added, "As that was very similar to how I got to know Mira."

"Really? How?"

"Well, eight years ago, I lived on a farm with my parents, but they were killed in an attack by the Forsworn. I barely escaped with my life, and I stumbled across this cave, finding Mira. I really liked her at first, until she told me that she would have to eat me, to heal a life-threatening wound on my leg. Eventually, she did, and I've lived here ever since."

"Damn," I muttered grimly, "I'm sorry for your loss." Josef sighed.

"Thank you. Well there's nothing I can do now. They're long gone..." We both sat silent for a few seconds.

"Anyway!" he suddenly blurted out, "I've been considering about helping you on your quest... and we have a deal! I'd love to do a bit of adventuring, and I bet Mira would too!" I shook his hand and laughed.

"Thank you so much!" I cried, "I'm extremely grateful for your commitment! Fancy taking a few shots on your range, so we can get to know each other's abilities?"

"Sure." he grinned, "Let's go." But as soon as we were about to make our way there, Mira poked her head through the cave entrance.

"Josef! Garlond!" she exclaimed, "You've got to see this!"

"It's just up here, hurry!" Mira shouted as I jogged up to the top of the hill with Josef. Sapphira was already there, staring down below into the valley towards the city of Solitude. The two of us gawped at what we were seeing, standing next to our dragons.

There were thousands of them, all dressed in blue armour, marching down the hillsides, across the rivers and out from the forests, their weapons and banners raised high.

What we were seeing was the Stormcloak Army, attempting an attack on Solitude.

Huge groups of artillery littered the hillside. Cannons and catapults blasted their ammunition towards the city, crumbling it's walls and knocking down the Imperial soldiers defending them. Near the city, groups of blue dots clashed with hordes of red and brown dots. It was all out carnage. 

Before, me and Sapphira had heard of the Stormcloak Rebellion. We never paid much attention towards the news of the Civil War, as we never had an opinion of it and we thought that the Stormcloaks were only a small movement.

But we were wrong. Oh we were so, so wrong.

We stood still on the hill top and watched the battle unfold in the distance, as both sides roared, as they slayed each other, as the walls crumbled and the cannon's cracks shattered through the sky.

Then, another explosive noise thundered throughout the valley. A noise that stood out from the rest. A noise that was so loud, it drowned out the other sounds of the war and vibrated through my chest. A noise that was so familiar, that to me, it was instantly recognisable. It was not the screams of men, not the crashing of the stone walls, neither the booming of the cannons. This was something different altogether.

That my friends, was the roar of a dragon.

A dragon that was about to go to war.

- TO BE CONTINUED