FREYA
I dig my nails into him. Hard. The wind blows right into my face as we fall down.
This… madman! This… crazy dragon! I am going to kill him! If I am going to survive, of course!
I want to scream and even open my mouth but no sounds leave it.
And then I start to feel it! He is changing! Right under my fingers, the skin is getting rougher. And the neck is getting bigger!
He is shifting right in the middle of a flight!
OH! MY! GOD!
Wings spread before we reach the ground and the trajectory of our flight is changing! We were falling and now we are gliding!
Wing-beat – and we are going up again. Higher and higher, and I grab two spikes that have grown right next to me!
A dragon! I am flying on a freaking dragon! Unbelievable!
Looking down, I see how tiny the Aca
