It all started twelve years ago when I was in Spain with a friend, traveling across the country. We hiked in Pico De Europa, a beautiful mountain range. So, there I was, climbing the mountains, a river gurgling beneath me, the mountains all around me and gray clouds blocking the sky above.
And then I saw it. A wing tip appeared first, than the great belly, the long neck and the gargantuan jaws. A huge dragon flew above us, its clawed feet almost touching the mountain sides, filling the air with the fire burning in its lungs. It disappeared a few seconds later but the sight was incredible.
No, I did not went mad. The dragon flew only inside my mind but the image was so strong and the mountains were so wild that the dragon's flight was burnt into my soul forever.
I had to write it down. I knew I had to write about dragons. There was no other choice for me.
