The woman was holding an axe on her hand, she was coming to me, her face was very angry and was shouting something that didn’t sounded really well to the other women; I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I was tied to the ground with strong ropes made by the tribe of the Naxari Warriors, those who had captured me while I was taking a nap under a big tree on the borders the Yamenary woods, after eating a ship I found while I was flying towards home. What I hadn’t expected was that. I’m just a normal pacefull dragon, who would want to hurt me!? The woman raised the axe at the same time I was closing my eyes. Everything went blank. The next thing I remember is waking up under the tree, and I was alone. As my wife always says, it’s not easy being a dragon.
Pseudònim: The Blue Ring