“So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending.” – J.R.R. Tolkien
There is not a view as magnificent as the one of a vicious dragon celebrating its victory over the weaker.
The dragon was standing all tall and gracious in the centre of a burning circle.Surrounded by big flames,he seemed genuinely proud of those hot,red snakes that were turning everything into dust.
You could tell he enjoyed that glorious scenery he had caused,completely unaffected by the tiny screams of the animals around him.
It was the most monstrously beautiful dragon that the world has ever seen.He had a huge,yet elegant body covered with plate-like scales that were the colour of lavander.His long,thick tail had sharp,bladelike extensions on both sides and he had a few of them on his head as well.There were still little sparks of fire coming out of his black nostrils,but nothing on him was as scary as his little,almond-shaped eyes that looked so empty and cold as ice.
He was truly a ferocious creature.
All of a sudden,he sensed some disturbance in the air,so he open spread his huge,but graceful and purple wings that made him look almost ethereal.
The sky went all grey and in the very next moment million raindrops started falling down heavily.
The dragon gave one last furious roar and flew high in the sky, leaving nothing but ashes behind.