The whole hill, its green pastures laden with the crimson blood of both “good” and “bad”, paused to look up at the magical creature that was spoken about in childhood tales and the whispers of the wind. The Red Dragon was a sight to behold, with its powerful stance, its piercing eyes and its shining scales of scarlet. It wasn’t a shock to see it hovering in the air at a time such as this, where the balance of the Lands has become unstable, but still, everyone marveled in witnessing its presence. The dragon guards looked up at the wondrous creature with hope in their eyes, hoping this would be the end of their struggle against the filth of darkness. If you look down at the hill, those who are not dead have most likely become infected with the all-consuming depression of dark magic and very
