The throne sat on top of what was once the Empire State Building. Sitting on top of the massive throne was a dragon. He had laid waste to the city during the dragon wars ten years ago. Each dragon who had joined the Dark Dragon was put in charge of a different part of the globe. This dragon had been allowed to choose his territory. He had taken New York City to be his personal domain. A troll guard walked onto the platform surrounded by the two pits of flame. "What do you wish, my master?"
"What have we learned about the resistance?"
"Not much my lord. Each faction reports to a different leader. Only they know who organized the resistance."
"Capture one of the leaders, then bring them to me. I shall extract the information, personally."
The guard bowed and left the room. The dragon sat back on his throne. He was known as Blood, because he was said to have bathed in his enemies'. He was the most powerful dragon, second only to the Dark Dragon himself.
The blood-red dragon remembered.