A whirlwind of dragons could be heard roaring across the fields. The grass swayed from the wind and the earth quaked under the heavy stomping. A pair of black dragons could be seen running through the clouds, weaving in and out to avoid being hit by the powerful winds blowing against them. They raced past several houses and a couple of farmers before finally reaching their destination.
Lance was laying on his back, feet up in the air as he watched the sky with an empty smile on his face. He couldn't help but feel a bit bored at times; he had been doing this every day for nearly two weeks now.
After a while, he decided to leave his room and explore the town that was only about a day or so's flight away from his house. Lance grabbed his pack off of the bed and headed downstairs, where he found the rest of his family eating breakfast together.
