I didn't know how long I'd been flying, but one thing I could say for sure.
It must have been a long time because my wings were aching and I could usually fly at this rate for hours, if not almost a day. In the distance I could already make out an island, so I gave myself one last jolt and soon afterwards I landed on the island.
I hadn't looked around for long, which might have been a mistake. I wouldn't notice that until the next morning, though.
I was awakened by an ugly twinge and when I turned to go back to sleep I was looking straight into the face of a terrible horror.
"What do you want," I growled more annoyed than questioning.
"Well, you're still alive?" He replied, confused.
"Of course! Why should I be dead?" I asked wide awake.
"Well. Silver phantoms usually sleep in the clouds, or did I get that wrong?" He asked curiously and I blushed as far as that was possible under my scales.
"Everything ok? You will be all red", the lizard then remarked.
"Yeah ... I h ... just ..." I mumbled.
"Can you repeat that again? I didn't understand you," he asked and looked at me curiously.
I repeated myself, this time mumbling even worse, whereupon the horror asked me again if I could repeat it.
"I'm afraid of heights, OK?!", Now it was out.
The horror looked at me for a few moments before he started laughing.
"You ... you mean that, right?" He asked, whereupon I blushed again and bowed my head.
"A silver phantom, ruler of the cloudy skies, master of heights, the winged reincarnation of height and elegant flying, is afraid of heights. I think I've swallowed an eel," he said and began to laugh again.
The dwarf was slowly getting on my nerves, which is why I let out a little blue flame and in the next moment the horror was no longer green, but black.
If I meet more dragons it could be fun, I thought sarcastically, and went back to sleep.
Not without telling the terrible horror, however, that it should go away. Which he probably wouldn't do. But that was how terrible horrors were.
Stubborn.
Annoying. And sassy.