A man stands tall on top of a high mountain top. He is dressed 
all in black and is holding an intrically designed sword, with a golden 
blade that is glowing with energy. He stands over 6 feet tall and has 
long black hair, and his eyes have a bright golden glow to them. He 
looks out over the landscape around him, as he breathes in the clean 
mountain air. A smile comes over his face as he looks down to the 
ground, hundreds of feet below him. He licks his fingertip and points 
up in the air to see which direction the wind is going.

	"Good, it's blowing just perfectly." He whispered to himself.

	His eyes began to glow even brighter than they were, until 
light was projecting outward, and without warning he started to 
transform. Claws replaced hands, scales grew over his skin, wings 
jutted out of his back and he began to grow in size until he was as 
big as the top of the mountain. When his transformation was finally 
complete, it was readily apparent to what he has become, a giant 
platinum gold dragon. He let out a mighty roar as he spread his wings 
as far out as possible. Then he leapt off the mountain top and soared 
downward.

	"There's a dragon wind coming." He said to himself.

	Suddenly he angled his wings and swooped upward and flew off 
toward the main land.