"Mom, have you been doing well lately?" Flemea lay in a cave filled with mud, looking at Erin who sat blankly on her paw.
The stench-filled cave made Flemea feel uncomfortable all over; she didn't like it here, this place used to be the home of a group of wild boars.
It used to be, but now those wild boars have turned to ashes under her blazing flames.
"If you saw me now, you would probably say I'm all dirty again," teased Flemea, her lips curving into a smile as she remembered the past.
Those carefree days when she could sleep on a pile of gold and jewels, and wake up to the most tender Colormo meat.
Flemea shifted uncomfortably, she had no better place to live; this place was odorous, but at least those dragon slayers wouldn't come here.
No intelligent creature would think that a proud Dragon would hide in a stinking cave; that's also why Flemea had managed to survive until now.
