I am a draconequus, and I'm still waiting for a friend.

It's been years since I last saw him off... Or perhaps... centuries would be a better choice of words.

He said that there was another continent, far across the sea. Somewhere.. out there across that enormous stretch of water. I don't know, I've never been there.

That's centuries ago... Now... I'm the only one of my kind in these parts... But hey, I'm still alive and kicking.

I wonder what I should do today...

This story had participated in the Anachronistic Stories Contest held by the Harzardous Writing Materials and Challenge Group