The wings flapped loudly in the wind.
The adolescent Red Dragon grabbed Leon, totally unaware that its sharp claws couldn't even pierce Leon's skin, and sped towards the crater that was all too familiar to Leon, flying all the way to the castle surrounded by a Molten Lava Lake.
Ever since he moved to that Volcanic Island on the Flash Sea outside Watchtower Port, he gave the castle to a Brass Dragon. Not long after, that Brass Dragon moved it, and eventually, the castle ended up in the hands of this adolescent Red Dragon in front of him?
He had initially just gone out for a stroll, planning to visit his former home. On the way back, he was kidnapped by an adolescent Red Dragon. Truth is stranger than fiction.
Leon looked around nostalgically. Even though so many years had passed, and several owners had come and gone, he could still recognize familiar sights, like that stone table, when he suddenly noticed the adolescent Red Dragon looking at him fiercely.
