The King by Ninja

The pale light of the rising sun fell through the small openings of the cave, being reflected by the still and unmoved surface of the restless river, awaking the city from its long nights peaceful sleep.
And there he was in a shadowy corner. The man who was once king and who would become king again. Grabbing his sceptre tight as his dragon slowly unfolded its bloodred wings. And with a terrible hiss that echoed from the walls and filled the cave with a memory of fear, the dragon leaped into the air to bring to the city its king.