I\'m YOHIO, 16-year old boy from Sweden. Artist.
Struggles Why is there always a struggle? Why is there always an end? I keep asking myself, but the answer slipped through my hands.
Night And the bird bid good night to the sky.
The Dragon He saw it flying towards him. It was the biggest one he had ever seen in his #life. But why was it attacking? Why this sudden burst of anger? Just a second ago it was roaming the sky peacefully. He didn't have time to think - he had to act. Now. The gigantic creature spit out a ball of flames that nearly hit him in the stomach, but he dodged it just in the right moment. The dragon landed on the ground and started walking in a slow pace towards him. He wasn't afraid. A battle cry echoed through the skies as he charged, sword held high. "This is not the end", he thought as he closed his eyes. This is not the end.
