"Zaaaadris..."
The whisper hissed through the cave and the dragon snarled, backed up against the wall, the storm cracking and rolling with thunder and lightning just beyond the mouth of the cavern. But a storm should not have made a dragon like him so fearful, standing on two legs with his crest of black hair dampened down from legging it to his hire car in the pouring down rain, every fibre of his being screaming at him to run, to flee, while all he found was that he was completely and utterly rooted in place.
"What are you?" He hissed back in turn, eyes blazing, though fear made them redder than ever. "What do you want?"
"Zaaaadris..."
Again, the voice came, winding its way unseen through the darkness where the only light was which came from the fire that the dragon had lit with it’s
