The moon hung low over the castle ruins, bathing them in silvery light. But as a cloud passed over it and blotted it out, casting the crumbling stone into darkness, something from within stirred.

Revealed as the cloud passed, wide wings spread, a silhouette trimmed in silver that loomed from above. He craned his neck down to look more closely, the “feathers” down his throat ruffling softly.

“Ah, it seems I have a… guest. How rare. So few dare to approach me. To what do I owe this pleasure?”