The sun was setting over Phoenix as PD flew south over the city. As a dragon, he was very reminiscent of the Arizona state flag. His body was a deep, royal blue. His underbelly was composed of alternating red and gold stripes. His mane was the same gold as on his underbelly. His claws, extra ones included, were the same blood red as the stripes on his stomach.
While in flight, many thought raced through PD's mind. Why did he have to be a dragon? Why not some other kid in Arizona?
The dragon guardians of other states were proud of what they were. Being a dragon is a very special ability. But once again, PD was different. He alone was responsible for protecting all of Arizona. Other state guardians had a real dragon master, one who could become a dragon and help fight. PD had David, and while he loved his brother, he longed for a dragon companion. David, because he was only an honorary member of the magical community, was not allowed to participate in magical affairs.
As PD's mind raced through these questions, it was beginning to get dark over the city. He set his pondering aside for another time. He knew his full attention would be needed for this case. With that in mind, he began his descent and gracefully landed in the dry bed of the Salt River.