The world of Arlese was once beautiful, cheerful. Peace and harmony were not just words; they were a way of life. Every race and tribe lived and worked together to promote goodness. That was until they arrival of Jessup, the evil fairy lord that enslaved the world and cast gloom and despair across the land. For years Jessup and his followers ruled with an iron fist weaving their dark magic against anyone foolish enough to try and rise against them.

However their reach was not so far as to encompass the whole realm. In the city of Rindell a small faction of wizards had been able to oppose Jessup with great success keeping the city free of the fairy lord's evil.

One of these wizards, a boy of just thirteen and still learning his way was Micah. For his age Micah had great power within him, power that rivaled that of most wizards ten times his age. His father was Rodan one of the greatest and most powerful wizards to ever live. Rodan knew that Micah had the potential to stand against Jessup and restore Arlese to the glory it once held. Micah's mother Farrah had given the greatest sacrifice bringing him into the world, but with her last dying breath bestowed the babe with a great gift that would aide him in his quest.

From a very early age Micah knew he was different than other kids it was hard to hide his amethyst eyes and silver hair. He was a slender young man with long limbs. Not to mention that he had a mark on his left shoulder of three claw marks that were etched into his skin with a fiery glow. It was this brand that his mother had left him with. Rodan had taught the boy how to use the mark when he was five.

"Feueratem" he said and a low rumble began in low in his chest. He opened his mouth a spit a blue flame into the pile of wood in his stove. He hung a black iron pot filled with vegetables and water over the fire to cook. While the soup cooked he practiced more of his magic. He knew that he was ready to fulfill his purpose. He would be the one that would bring Arlese to glory once more.

After Micah finished his dinner he went to his room to pack. He filled a small backpack with a change of clothes, a blanket, and a small pillow filled with goose down. From the kitchen he grabbed a loaf of bread, some hard cheese, and some dried meat which he placed in another small canvas bag. Locking the door behind him for what may be the last time he closed his eyes trying to fight back his tears. "Form des Drachen" he said with great fervor. The brand on his arm began to glow. Large leathery wings grew from his shoulders, scales of bright silver covered his skin and he grew to four times his normal size. Stong muscular legs and great claws replaced his fingers and toes. A tail with long spikes grew from his backside it was about fifteen feet in length. His face elongated to a snout with two rows of razor sharp fangs. His eyes gleamed bright as he flapped has massive wings and took to the sky.

For days he flew north until he was within site of the great city of Kilnsford, the capital city where Jessup now reigned. With a great roar he called out, "Jessup you coward come and face me like the giant insect you are."

"Who dares to speak to me in such a manner?" Jessup howled indignantly has he emerged from the castle tower.

Seeing the fairy lord appear Micah rose into the an imposing figure to say the least. He beat his wings hard rising high above the clouds. With his keen eye sight never leaving Jessup, Micah tucked his wings and began to dive. Faster and faster he fell like a shooting star. When he got within one hundred feet of the surprised lord of fairies he screamed, "Feueratem!"

Blue flames erupted from his maw aimed directly at Jessup who just had enough time to cast a shielding spell around himself. "This can't be real. Dragons have not existed on Arlese for millennia." Jessup said to himself. Just as another torrent of flames deflected off his shield.

Micah needed to think of something different that would catch Jessup off guard. He landed on the rampart of the castle barring the way back into the tower. He whipped his mighty tail around toward the evil fairy knocking stones free around Jessup.

"You cannot defeat me" the angered fairy spat. As Micah swung his tail again. This time he knocked Jessup from the wall. Quickly diving after the falling villain Micah clamped his jaws around him before he could spread his own wings. The crunching of bone and the last gasp of breath were the sweetest of sounds. Micah flipped the prone body of the fairy into the air and swallowed him whole.

"Mensch einmal mehr" Micah said transforming back his normal form. He hurried through the castle down to the dungeon and released the prisoners that Jessup had taken during his evil rule.

A great cheer went out thought Arlese. As the clouds began to clear away and the blue skies returned. A great feast was planned in Micah's honor and he was a hero and the savior of the world. Order had been restored and all was at peace again.