Deep in the cave that overlooked the castle, a dragon with sparkling blue scales sat there watching the Kingdom. He was the last dragon of the world as the others had been killed off or died. It felt strange to the dragon as a 1000 years ago he was a loyal night to the then queen Jania who forth in the war, Mike had fought as hard as he could but the kingdom had fallen and now ruling it was normal humans who the Dragon had seen tore apart banners and flags depicting a dragon. He had attack the castle on a few occasion but nothing seemed to work.