Shadow’s Discovery

The jungle was quiet, save for the rhythmic crunch of Shadow’s boots against the damp earth. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting the dense foliage into deep shadows. He preferred the quiet of the night—less noise, fewer distractions. Just him and the cool night air as he made his way back to his cave.

Then, a sound shattered the stillness.

A deep, guttural roar echoed through the trees, sending birds scattering from their perches. Shadow stopped in his tracks, his crimson eyes narrowing. That wasn’t any animal he recognized. It was… primal. Powerful.

His instincts kicked in. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the source, weaving through the jungle with practiced ease. The air grew heavy with the scent of smoke as he neared a clearing, and when he finally pushed past the thick underbrush, he froze.

There, standing amidst the shattered remains of trees, was a Mobian unlike any he had ever seen.

A Dragon Mobian.

Shadow’s mind reeled. That wasn’t possible. They were supposed to be extinct. Gone for centuries. And yet… this one stood before him, wounded but very much alive.

The dragon let out a growl, lowering its stance defensively as its gaze locked onto him. Shadow instinctively raised his hands slightly, signaling he wasn’t here to fight—at least not yet.

“Tch. Didn’t expect to find company on my way home,” he muttered, his tone calm but wary. “So, what are you? A ghost from the past, or something the world forgot?”

The dragon bared its fangs but didn’t attack. It was watching him, judging him, just as he was doing to it.

Shadow wasn’t sure what he had just stumbled into, but one thing was certain—this night had just gotten a lot more interesting.