A dragon was watching the waves.

It was a clear day today, almost no clouds in the sky at all besides the storm clouds in the far distance above the ocean. He looked up and closed his eyes, feeling the cool breeze of the ocean hit his scales. His scales were a flame red color, unusual for a SandWing. The noise of the waves hitting against each other was a unique sound to him, only being able to hear it on the coast of the Kingdom of Sand. He opened his eyes and looked forward towards the ocean, seeing the storm clouds in the distance. He heard legends of other continents, other tribes, both peaceful and hostile, living beyond the horizon in their own world, far away from Pyrrhia.

"I wonder what tribes live across this ocean, if there are any at all."

More stories came to his mind, stories about invading tribes pillaging what little the kingdom had, lost cities of the sea and strange monsters of the darkest caves. He liked those stories, something that would seem almost impossible to exist and yet very much could.

Never would he think that he would become one of those stories and yet here he was.

There was a reason why he came here, the coast of the Kingdom of Sand, as it could be the very last time he would ever view it as he was chosen to complete a quest, a quest to slay a beast. He looked down to his right, 2 pouches containing items that would help him on his quest. He looked inside the brown pouch first, which contained food, a bottle of water, several bottles of brightstring cactus juice and several gold coins which he admittedly didn't need. He then checked on the other pouch, a sleek black colored one. It contained a black chest, which inside were 6 carefully placed potions given from the RainWings. On the side of the chest were a couple small daggers which though small looked very sharp. As he equipped the pouches he then looked to his left, his sword and a long handled battle axe.

He checked the axe first. It was very heavy though this did not matter as it had one job and once it did that job he had no need for it anymore. He then inspected the sword. It was a beautiful sword, being welded by a MudWing blacksmith, using metals from the Sky Kingdom, adorned by jewels from the SeaWings and NightWings and having an enchantment casted by an IceWing princess. He raised the sword above his head as the sun beamed its light on it.

"This will be the sword to slay the SandWing Beast. I, Rusty, will have my name engraved on the legends of Pyrrhia!"

A/N: Hey guys, CrystalDynamite here, this is my first story so I would appreciate some constructive criticism or reviews. I'm a slow writer so don't expect a chapter for a while. Thanks for reading!

Oh and this story takes place 300 years after the Scorching.