The beaming sun shone to it's heart content all day. The animals bathed on the smooth surface of the rocks that outlined the cool, carm lake. However a grim cloud replaced the sun and the creatures started to shiver, the Phlamocon had returned. It slyly slivered over rocks where others could not go. He had the esoteric expression in his dry eyes that he always had when he wanted to take his unfortunate victim; pure evil and pride.

His scaled body and pale tail swung in large motions. It was the dreaded hour.
"Do you adore me?" The Phlamocon boomed...