Neo, a dragon from the SeaWing tribe, was patrolling the outer banks of the Delta River. He had been practically discarded by his queen, now that the war was over. Neo used to be the top general of the SeaWing army, even the greatest assassins couldn’t kill him. Now he was stuck here, patrolling a days flight away from the Underwater Palace. He heard something in the distance, and he glared at it.

“Who’s there?!”

He barked commandingly, whipping his head around to the trees.