Freedom.

The wind blows against her face, an ecsatic laugh bursts from her lips. Amazingly low below, the hard sturdy ground seems like only a dream. The power of the push towards the sky and the fright of the chance that gravity will wins takes presence in her heart. Her heart pounds uncontrollably, fear poisoning her veins for a slight moment but the feeling of freedom conquers the fright. Happily she finally finds her place. The soaring blows a smile onto her face. The beam of happiness radiates to the world before. She plans to never come down and soars along the clouds away from all the sadness she once knew, never to be bothered again. But to live on in true glory.

Dragons.

Her heart beats quickly, moisture clings to her face, her breath is heavy. Her eyes scramble looking for safety before the glossy zoning takes over. She knows the most feared is on its way. Her hands shake even as her legs sprint hopelessly. What happens when it comes? No one knows exactly for the monster takes all that come looking leaving no story to tell by lips, but told instead by gruesome ends. She knows every moment counts in this fateful chase. Her hopes for Glory and Fame are pathetically put to an end.