The wind blows through the moonless night. A small creature swiftly runs through the bushes and trees of a forest. He looks around for a brief moment and then runs towards a mountain. His black scales make him unnoticeable in the dark of the night. He finally reaches the mountains. He starts climbing he mountain, digging his claws into the earth helping him stay on and not slide down. He folds his wings against his back so that they don't get in the way.
    He reaches a ledge where where on top of it is a cave holding a dragoness and her five eggs. She is sitting there waiting for his return. Her shiny blue tail curls up against the eggs forming a nest around them. Her wings fold up against her blue slim body. Her slender neck, holding her head, holds the shiny blue scales that cover her body except for her underbelly. Light blue scales line up against her stomach forming a slim build. She watches as her mate climbs up the ledge, and walks over to her. She gets up and greets him.
   "Where have you been," she says as they circle around each other.
   "I'm sorry I have failed at retrieving dinner tonight. I promise you that tomorrow will be better," he says.
   "Shadow, come on. You excel at hunting," she says as she walks back towards her eggs.
  "I'm sorry Mizu, but tonight there wasn't much around,"
  "Alright, but you better get something tomorrow," Mizu says as she licks him on the cheek. He hides his bashfulness, and follows her over towards her eggs and lays down next to her. Mizu then falls asleep on shadow as he falls asleep too.
   Far away, in a crumbled castle, a pitch black dragon looks down at the dead valley bellow. His blood red eyes, taking in all of the sights bellow as he scans for life. He finds a few crows scavenging for food. He then spreads out his wings, opens his mouth and blows a burning orange flame that strikes fear into anyone who sees it. If you were to touch, you would burst into flames yourself. The impact of the blazing heat, burns the crows alive before they had the chance of escaping. When he finishes he growls then swoops down to eat the cooked crow. The skin in his wings is torn but can still carry him in the air. His black horns sit on the top of his head followed by a set of spikes that goes straight down the middle of his neck all the way to his tail. The tip of his tail was a fin but is now torn apart. He is a scarred dragon, for he had fought many dragons and successfully killed them or left them badly injured. He swoops back up to the perch on his castle and curls up and falls asleep. He is twice the size of Shadow and Mizu, and could easily kill them. Little does he know, that something more powerful was yet to come.