The dragon king

In the middle of the Windermere continent, right in the center of it all, stood the dark forest. The atmosphere looked eerie and mysterious. Tall, shadowy pine trees stretched up like arrows into the sky; dark tree trunks and spooky shadows were overhanging across the paths, and clumps of bushes with barely visible black trails were snaking through the undergrowth. 

The little rays of the sun as it approached sunset did nothing to help, even though they shone through the tiny spaces between the leaves. One would have to have keen eyesight to glimpse through the trees. 

Hidden in plain sight, with the ability to evade, merge with the atmosphere, and only be seen by a select few, was the Dragon King, King Emric.