Dragons, although scaly and scary, they are still my heroes. Why, you ask, because they saved my life a long time ago. I was about 8 years old, and I didn't believe in dragons. I was playing in the sand at a the lake, to get some groceries to eat for lunch. We were going to have a picnic on the sand. The sun shining bright in front of us, a light breeze blowing the hair out of my eyes, and a beautiful evening sunset. It would be the perfect day, if there was a such thing as the perfect day. It, unfortunately, turned out nothing like that.
The sun was beating down on my face, and it felt as if I were two feet away from it. I decided to go into the water to cool myself down. I went under water with my eyes open, and I saw a large movement in the water not far from me. I carefully, trying not to make a sound so the creature wouldn't hear me, walked slowly out of the water. When I thought I was being very quite, I obviously wasn't. Whatever it was the thing was coming after me, I could feel it. I closed my eyes, and then... I heard someone scream, but I could not tell if it was myself or not.
There will be a Part II soon!!!!!!

