Morning came slowly to Greenwood Forest.
The dawn light filtered through towering ancient trees, spilling soft golden rays across the forest floor. The air smelled fresh and alive, filled with the scent of moss, earth, and morning dew.
Birds chirped from the high branches above, their songs echoing across the forest canopy.
At the center of a large clearing near the elven village lay a creature that would terrify most kingdoms of the world.
A **massive black dragon**.
His scales were dark as obsidian, reflecting faint streaks of sunlight like polished metal. Each breath he exhaled carried a faint warmth, causing the morning mist around him to swirl gently.
Despite his intimidating appearance, the atmosphere around him was calm.
Peaceful.
This dragon was not a threat to the village.
He was its protector.
Slowly, the dragon stirred.
Golden eyes opened.
John Davis blinked slowly, adjusting to the morning light.
"…Morning already?"
