Sunday:



I woke up to see my grandfather for the last time. People were surrounding his coffin and i don't want to see this. These seven days were confusing and i still can't get that Dragon out of my head. That feeling that day made me crawl up from the dirt and go to the mountains. It froze and i know it could be my death. I'm writing at this very moment on this very cold Sunday and i have to tell you that i am seeing things you have never seen. Some creature is circling aroudn me and there are flashing images in my mind whom i can't quite understand. It is coming for me and tell my parents...







'These were the seven days of a guy named Nick Orlando. His lifeless body was found in the deep cold caves of our highest mountain, the great Dragon's Peak. Ironically he died at that place, cause he was always fond of the dragons. It was has his life and now they've taken him. A boy with a pure heart and soul. We need him, and somewhere we know he is watching over us. The Dragon was watching over, but now the dragon died and he did. So here we are, family and friends. I wish you all much strength for the coming days and years', The Preacher said. All of Nick's relatives were standing at his grave and laid flowers on it. His tombstone said these words:



'Nick, the dragon unleashed, the wounds healed, hopefully the one for you too...someday'



Everybody walked away, comforting eachother. A man kept staring at the grave and spoke. 'Nick, it was nice to meet someone with the same intrests for dragons as i have. I will help you in this way and find the amulet to bring you and the dragon back to life. I found a book full of wise words to help me. I will return. Don't know when, but i will. Bye and good luck'