Alex looks at the dragon. Enormous and majestic. Its wings spanning the whole sky and sparkling, like the stars had come closer. The golden plates on its back blindingly bright and its shadow on the ground, extensive enough to offer the promise of impending rain. It was flying, gliding with royal elegance as if it owned the sky.

Alex knows that he should kill the dragon; his hand is on the bow and the arrow mounted. If he gets spotted, then he would get killed. Well, to be fair, not certainly. But the fight would be a lot tougher...er interesting. Alex knows he might regret this tomorrow but he can't bring himself to let the arrow loose. He is mesmerized by beauty. For today, he holds his breath and wishes to remain an invisible observer. The sweat gathers on his brow and slides down his face.