Alligal thought at first it to be the clouds rolling over the sun. His jaunt along the anfractuous pathway cutting through the fields remained still a quiet one. He craned his head upward toward the blotted light and squinted. He saw nothing, and the blot steadily absconded from the sun, obscuring it no further.

It was then that the unearthly roar of a creature punctured the natural world and its ambience. Alligal's eyes widened in a fresh panic, his gaze returning to the sky to scour its endlessness in search of the source. The sky blotted out once more and shielding its light were the outstretched, leathery wings of an elder dragon. It wrenched open its colossal maw and bellowed low enough to scatter the wildlife, displacing pebbles with its mighty thrum.

Alligal watched the beast descend further. In the core of its serpentine gaze, it saw him, and made a corkscrew for Alligal's meagre body. Alligal managed to avoid the initial flyover, the brutal shove of wind caught in the dragon's wings flung his body to the arid ground. Alligal scrambled back onto his feet and reached behind his back for his bow, fumbling quickly for an arrow to wield. With practised fingers he drew the bow back and aimed up, sucking in his breath and fixating on the tremendous creature's bulky, black body.

"All I wanted was a lazy Sunday," He muttered, setting his aim true. "...But now I have to kill you."

His fingers released the arrow, and as it punctured the beast's exposed underbelly, the dragon snarled in ignited rage.

A battle had begun.