The ground shakes as I continue on my journey. I spread my wings and take off into the air. The wind on my face calms me as I enjoy a late night flight. The moon's light makes my body glisten even more brightly. My keen dragon senses warn me of danger. I quickly and quietly land into the lake and dive under the surface as strangers emerge from the woods. I poke my head out of the water and watch them. Being the last of the white dragons I am highly valueable and according to legend I am immortal as well. If this is true that I am even more valueable. My ears twitch as I listen to their conversation.