The last dragonFrienia, year 1600 of the first era (the White Magician’ notes).
The rain fell violently, the rays illuminated intermittently the shady midday that almost resembled night because of the thick clouds that covered all of darkness as far as the eye could see. The thunder that followed the lightning was confused with the roars of the white dragon fighting to the death on top of a hill against a burly giant warrior, whose cries of fury also competed to be confused with the numerous booms of the storm.
The giant's movements were as agile as they were precise and its reflections so fast that it was surprising to see them in a being of that size and corpulence. The giant seemed quite strong, with a very muscular body, although it also gave the imprecision of not being too intellig
