In the past all humans were the controllers of the world, but a few centuries ago some had started to mutate and over time the dragon hybrids controlled the world, it was divided into 5 kingdoms:

-Humans who had no physical modification and without power or strength.

-Fire had large orange-red wings, a small tail and small curved horns.

-Earth they have huge muddy brown wings, a huge tail with spikes and large straight horns.

-Water they have small blue wings making them almost invisible underwater with a long tail.

-Air they have large white wings to fly in the clouds, horns curved back so as not to hinder flight and a long tail.

Graves is the king of the fire dragon kingdom. He was a violent and merciless king greedy for power and territory. Despite being the youngest he was also the oldest, much more than the others.

Some time ago he had finally defeated the water kingdom leaving only a few survivors.

There was also the human kingdom forcing them to be slaves and fight with him in the war.

He was in his capital watching subjects prepare the feast for having won the battle against the water empire.

Graves grunts contentedly, several servants, dragons and humans, massaging him and holding his plate of lobsters fishing in the seas of water dragons to taunt them.

Night had fallen and the torches lit. Graves watches his subjects feast after a banquet and a public execution of the prisoners of war to his great pleasure.

Graves had loved their desperate cries of supplication. Suddenly he saw a sharp movement out of the corner of his eye. He pushes the servants exasperated and flies away in one go.

He lands angrily crushing someone under his claws and he growls,

Graves: "Who're you?"