Morning arrived slowly in **Greenwood Forest**.
Golden sunlight filtered through the towering trees, illuminating the emerald canopy above. Dew clung to leaves and spider webs, sparkling like tiny crystals as the light spread across the forest.
The village was already awake.
Elves moved along wooden bridges built between the great trees, carrying baskets of fruit, herbs, and freshly gathered water from the nearby stream.
Blacksmith hammers rang faintly in the distance.
Children practiced archery with small bows.
And in the center clearing…
A massive black dragon stretched his wings.
John yawned.
The sound came out as a deep rumbling growl that startled a flock of birds from the nearby trees.
He slowly extended his wings outward, the massive limbs spreading nearly thirty meters across the clearing.
Several elves stopped what they were doing to stare.
The sunlight reflected beautifully off his dark scales, creating faint blue highlights across his body.
