There is a legend that says: ''When the silver dragon takes it's last breath, it will roar, and the world as we know it will end.''
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Elena. She used to fantasise about dragons and magic swords, trolls and elves, and wizards and witches. Her biggest dream was to become a part of it. When Elena grew older, her fantasy world was gone a long time ago. There was other things on her mind now, and no room for fantasy at all. We will hear her story about what happened when she lost her faith.
One evening, when I was up in my room, I heard a knock and went down to open the door. When I opened, there was nothing but dark. ''Who was it?'' my uncle asked. ''Nobody... I think.'' I answered, while I went up the stairs. It was late, so I went to bed, not even bothering taking my clothes off.
The morning after, I woke up by the sound of footsteps on the first floor. I thought the sound of it was strange, but got up, and went to open my closet. Because I was so tired, I could barely open my eyes. But the closet wasn't there! I opened her eyes, only to see that I wasn't at home at all! ''Hmm.. this was strange,'' I said. ''I can't remember moving.'' I walked up to the window, and looked outside. On the streets, I could only see elves and trolls with magic swords and flying horses! I let out a scream, and suddenly everything turned black, as I hit the floor.