Storm set and Douglas felt there was some lightning coming up. Despite that these were reasons to return to home, he kept climbing. Every second was a second higher. Higher and most times it became colder with every feet higher he went. Walking this mountain was as hard as the ice he almost slipped out on. Every move he made could be his last. He tried to shake that thought out of his head and moved on to the top. Wind was a dangerous enemy he had to fight right now. Disturbed by this, he began to breath deeply. After this ritual he set foot back on the mountain and went on with his business. Though exhausted and almost out of air, he reached the top. When he set his last foot, he saw something he never saw before. Most of the snow was coloured red and he walked through it. He bumped upon something. Not knowing what this strange sounding oject was, he dig a hole in the red coloured snow. When he reached the object he wiped the snow of it. Then it popped into his mind and he understood what he was dealing with. In his hand were the bones of an arm of a person. He quickly let loose of it and noticed it. The whole top of the mountain was covered with bodies of dead persons, fresh and old. A graveyard with loosened bodyparts and ripped off heads all over it. Douglas saw by the way the people were cruelly murdered, that this was the work of something inhuman. The first thing that came into his mind that moment was that this was the work of a dragon. 'How could this be?', he was asking himself frequently. He sat down by a body of a kid. With a cold face, but a warm heart he was thinking. He knew it wasn't smart to keep staying there and wanted to move on. Before that he gabbed his bag and opened it. He felt with his hand in the bag till he got something. His hand came out with a sharp knife in it. 'Survival here will be harder than thought. Got to watch my step here', he was saying in himself. He stood up and walked on. It didn't take long before he found a new reason to go on. A shadow was overwhelming him and he knew one thing: he had to run as quickly as possible, and far away. He tried to get away, but fell into the snow. He was practicly burried int he snow, face to face with the corpse of a man. Their eyes met and Douglas was scared as never before. He kept still in the hope the dragon wouldn't notice him between the bodies. He heard a scream. A dillemma: what should he do? He tried to think clear and make a decision.