Prologe

Her scales as silver. They were glinting and shining like the sun itself. They fared, but why? For their intepeyvsle scales? Maybe. For not even a black arrow could pierce their hide. Is there more of them? No. They were told to be legends, myths to make children sleep. Songs About the silver scale's kindness and its emerald green eyes. But this silver scale was different. Her scales were not breakable, yes, but it was her eyes that most sat her out.

How are her eyes? Read to find out.