[spoiler]For Royal or Orn, because I need to get tested for Christ sake.[/spoiler] [i]The Glade[/i] The bright silver moon hung high in the sky over the seemingly-endless forest that was the Glade. The Glade served as a place to hide for many, and for others, it was a place that people go to only when they wished to seek danger and possible death. Deep in the heart of the Glade, a dragon with gleaming silver scales peered into the gathering darkness around him, his blue eyes glowing in the darkness. It was none other than Nightingale. Nightingale was roused from his slumber at the sound of footsteps nearby, and he was mentally and physically preparing himself for a possible battle with anyone that would attempt to kill or inflict harm upon him. Night's eyes glowed brighter as the footsteps drew nearer and nearer, and he gathered his strength in preparation for what would possibly occur within the next few moments.