Feng adjusted the glasses on his nose. He had been doing that every five minutes for the whole day. He had already spent a good part of the morning trying to bend the frame back into shape, but it seemed that his friends had banged his head into the table a little harder than usual, and he probably would have to go shopping for a new pair of glasses after school. 'Friends' was a bit of a misnomer. They were the only people who would have any interaction with Feng at all in school. Or sometimes even after school, when they would invite him over for a game of dodgeball. With stones. Picking up his books, Feng slung his bag over his shoulder and sneaked quietly out the back door of the classroom. It had become a habit for him to make his exit before anyone else, since playing dodge-the-bullies was much less painful than playing dodgeball. He made a beeline for the school exit and took his usual shortcut through the forest back home. Feng felt safe in the forest. None of his friends had any interest in being there, for various reasons including rumours of dangerous creatures inside. At the rate he was getting bullied, Feng would much rather risk the forest. He had not seen anything that would make him change his mind so far. As he walked, he began to pick up a weird stench. It smelt like burnt wood and something rotting. Hoping that he wouldn't stumble upon a murder scene, Feng continued on his way. It seemed that the stench was coming from in front of him. He adjusted his glasses again and squinted into the distance, then took a couple of horrified steps back. "A dragon!"