Martin is a tough boy with glowing red eyes, with hair as bright a fire embers, curls dancing like flames.  He fought dragons with a sea rip-tide enchantment.

Martin and Anna were aboard the Sky-ship trying to figure out when the storm was going to end.  Standing above deck, they heard a weird noise, so they slowly walked and checked the sides.  “What was that?” Martin whispered.  Anna replied ” I don’t know.”  They saw a poor hurt and tiny baby dragon, cold and wet with fear in its eyes, they helped him up onto the deck.  “We have found a dragon!” said Anna, as she ran to get a basket to hold him in.  He was hurt, he was bleeding, they needed to fix his paw.