Chapter 1: FIRST BLOOD
The roads are still and frozen. The oddly-shaped snow mound entices my curiosity enough for me to be magnetised toward it as my feet crumple the shallow, soft bed of snow spread on the entire crossroad. I stop when I come up-close to the mound, kneeling down and determining that something must be hidden underneath the white blanket. I barely notice the sound of trees shaking behind me when I wipe away some snow to discover that something indeed is hidden underneath it: scaly, dark yellow skin and orange shoulder scales. A dead dragon lays in front of me, covered in snow. I yelp in horror before a near-deafening blast goes off behind me and forces me to body-slam the icy ground to avoid the razor-like pellets flying from this new and unexpected threat. I mostly succeed, with only a couple of signs of stinging on my back.
"Don't bother running, I've covered all your exits!" A deep, growling and ancient voice booms from behind me, in an old kind of Russian, no less.