As you enter one of the smaller towers you see a young man about to leave, a very young flame coloured dragon, waddled along just behind him.
      "Hi I'm Kalvin," he says, "I'm a Wing Second here at Xanther and I'm just about to wash my dragon Shannarith in the lake."
      "I'll come with you," you say and walk next to him to the lake. "If you don't mind me asking," you say after a while, "but your dragon seems to be little more than a hatchling so how did you become a Wing Second so quickly?"
      Shannarith snorted and Kalvin laughed, "He hatched not long ago but my position as Wing Second has been assured from the moment I met Shannarith."
      "Why would that be?" You ask curiously.
      "There was a prophesy about the rider of a flame dragon that tells of how he plays a key role in the defending of the country, I'm not too sure about how or what I am supposed to do but I do know that it is about me because I have the only flame dragon in the history of Xanther."