In a game of armies and kings, of death and battle, a lone Dragon sat in his cave, aloof from it all. He was mighty. He had lived through the rise and fall of greater empires than any that now existed on the earth. He was a ruler of fire, one of the last and mightiest of his kind. He was a Dragon. And now he had reached perfection. On the ground of his cavern, the Dragon gently, and with exquisite care, extended a claw. With the finest of control he gently lowered the talon a fraction and tapped a glowing screen.
