It had been a normal day at school. PD was walking home as usual. Every afternoon, PD was to report to his older brother, who was his dragon master. Although his brother, David, had no magical powers of his own, he knew a great deal about the magical community. He knew so much, in fact, that he was granted an honorary position as PD's master.
As PD opened the front door, he saw David waiting for him in the hall.
"Hey, Dave. What's up?"
David responded with a frown. "I'm afraid I have some bad news," he said.
PD's eyes widened. Anytime David said these words, it meant a magical disaster was occurring in Arizona. It also meant the full concentration of PD's efforts. Last time there was bad news, Graverobber was looting the Tombstone Chapter of the Rest of Interskeletal Parts Association (RIP). He was caught in the end, but PD was forced to miss a whole week of school.
"What is it this time?"
"The Gila Monsters of the Salt River are in great peril. They have been receiving anonymous threats. They have requested your protection and help in the matter."
PD sighed. "What kind of threats?"
"They received a message via RattleGraph (Morse code submitted through the tail of a rattlesnake) a few days ago. The message warned the Gila Monsters to either give up 100 pints of their deadly venom or be mass executed. I take it you can guess who sent the message."
Indeed he could. This type of threat could only come from one source, the Huntsclan. Dragon guardians around the world had problems with them. The Huntsclan was an international organization, made up of thousands of members. Their main purpose was to slay magical creatures. Though PD himself never had an encounter with them, he heard stories from other dragons of their wicked ways.
PD nodded in acknowledgement. Without further ado, he transformed into a dragon, and flew out the door towards his destination, the dry bed of the Salt River.