A giant shadow flashed through the dark night's sky, dragging a trail of burning orange flames behind it. In the midst of the orange flames, wisps of black flames danced, giving the fire a strange, but dangerous edge.
The giant shadow was none other than Mica, the Dragon of Prophecy! The excited young Dragon had grown to A rank in the time that the war between the Elves had been going on. Although it had only recently just broken through, its strength was something to be feared. After all, Dragons did not earn their noble title by sitting back on their laurels. They earned it by being excellent fighters and warlords!
On Mica's back, a young lady with long, wavy red hair rode, her eyes narrowed on the much smaller target that flickered back and forth in the air some distance ahead of them. In her hands, she held a bow made of mana and a terrible black-orange flame formed an arrow that she nocked as she waited for the right moment to let go.
