A figure stood in the night at the edge of the cliff. Winga sprouted from his back, that were as dark as night. Long black hair dramped over his shoulders, rage in his eyes. in his hands he held a long sword, that was nice anbd polished, it was shinying in the night.
Roliners face looked outraged, since he got wings he has been angry since, and after he learned his father was a dragon and his mother a angel, and that Serlena was his aunt. He looked up at the night sky, the stars were out ,aking the cliff look beautiful, he thened shouted in rage, the shout could be heard from a long why, it was like a dragon rowring in rage after losing a battle.
Roliners face looked outraged, since he got wings he has been angry since, and after he learned his father was a dragon and his mother a angel, and that Serlena was his aunt. He looked up at the night sky, the stars were out ,aking the cliff look beautiful, he thened shouted in rage, the shout could be heard from a long why, it was like a dragon rowring in rage after losing a battle.