I drink a lake nearby and let the cool refreshing water tickle down my throat. I continue my journey and the ground shapes with each step I take. I decide to go hunting and take off into the air. I see a large pike in the lake and dive at it. The pike leaps out at me, only to be struck my long tail and then to be caught in my jaws. I carefully roast it with my fiery breath and start eating. I savor the rich smoky flavor of the fish and then continue on my journey. A crown of clear crystal sits atop my head. It is carved with inscriptions in the dragon language and the attention to detail is unlike anything that anyone has seen. As I gaze up at the sky tears begin to fall down my face and splash on the ground. I am the last of kind, the last of the magnificent and elegant white dragons.