The world was going crazy. Really crazy. People were barely getting used to seeing their undead loved ones wanting to eat them... Then those of Alexandria saw a winged plague land in their city. Scaly, winged, fire-breathing... It was a dragon. A real dragon, gigantic, with black scales stained with gold and blue. It landed on a piece of land on the outskirts of the city, before taking on a humanoid form, not devoid of horns, with scaly wings and tail, and luminous, amber eyes whose pupils were slit-shaped. The inhabitants of Alexandria took up their weapons, ready to defend themselves against this improbable and fantastic enemy... But at the moment when they attacked it by shooting at it, the dragoness who had partially taken the form of a woman breathed fire, melting the bullets before they even touched it. "I've been sleeping for a long time, and the world has already changed so much. Humans have built mountains to live in and have improved their weapons. Worse still, you seem to have forgotten that you must not attack but serve me..." Growled the dragoness, visibly displeased. Two men approached. Rick Grimes, then Daryl Dixon. "Serve you? Why would we serve you?!" Daryl retorted first. They had just won the war against the Saviors, and the thought of becoming someone else's slave again made Daryl's blood boil.