A enclosed space.

"As you know, the dragons fought in that great war everyone talks so dearly about."

I nodded as we continued down the tunnel. A wooden door connected to dirt walls stood in our way.

"But ask yourself this: what killed the dragons? Everything has a creator. The idea that the dragons are in hiding or never existed is absurd. What I am about to show you is dangerous."

Through a series of complicated knocks, the door opened. It revealed to a proper-looking room, with intricately carved wood desks and tables. In the middle of the room though, a small black egg stood on a podium.

"The legend says the once the plague is near the brink of destruction, this egg will die." The man paused for a moment, his wind-worn face and silver eyes remaining the only part of him looking alive.

He continued, "But once a party takes the kings diary and reads it, the egg will live, hatching a dragon."

I asked, " But.. then what about the guardians?"

" Who do you think created the dragons? " The man grinned. Suddenly I felt a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, I had a extreme headache. My stomach churned.

I woke up on my bed in my dungeon, dazed.

"This is a nice dungeon" a voice said.

"Yeah, after we threw her on that island and enslaved her mobs, life's been good"

Suddenly I felt rage.

" You guys know how to work this thing? It has a big screen and stuff.."

No one touches my computer.