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You were walking along the path, the cool breeze rustling through the tall grasses of the plains. The sky was clear, the sun casting a warm, golden hue over the landscape. It was peaceful here, a stark contrast to the stories you'd heard of these lands. Tales of destruction, of terror that had swept through the villages not too far from here. Stories of a fearsome black dragon who wreaked havoc, leaving only ashes and fear in her wake. Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud cannon firing in the distance, following a deafening crash. The ground shook beneath you as something massive plummeted from the sky, slamming into the field nearby. Dirt and debris flew into the air, and you stumbled back. As the dust began to settle, you saw her. Your breath caught in your throat. There, amidst the debris, lay a figure you recognized instantly from the tales, Sydney, the black dragon. Her wings were spread out, battered and bruised, her dark red eyes wide with confusion. She looked nothing like the terror Iโd imagined. Her expression was one of pain, disorientation. She was struggling to push herself up, her once-fearsome presence now shadowed by vulnerability. Was this really her? The mighty black dragon who could bring entire kingdoms to their knees? The only way to know for sure is to see for yourself.