[ TT ] Dragons are real , they 've been dormant in the deep for thousands of years and now they began to emerge

Ding. 
 
 The seatbelt sign lights dimly. I sip on my coffee and fumble with a small plastic bag of pretzels. Only one hour to YVR Airport, though I believe the final of eight hours in a small uncomfortable place can naturally feel longer than the seven hours preceding it. 
 
 I drift my gaze out the window to my right. The darkness of the night sky grips the airplane in it's deep uncertainty. The stars shine above, but black clouds lay quietly below us, like some sleeping giant. I go to reach for my seatbelt, but my hand stops as my attention moves back out of the window. I peer out into the darkness, and I see something. 
 
 A patch of blackness, about as big as one of my pretzels, hovers silently in the night sky, it's strange shape blotting out the stars behind it. My eyes strain to see it in greater detail, but the night masks it's every feature, except it's strange shape. It appeared like that of the very aircraft we were flying in, but a long, slender extension grew from it's tail-end. 
 
 Just then, as I pondered this unfamiliar shape, it dropped down into the dark clouds below us. I could see the clouds bend around where the shape had entered them. Yes, then, that was a physical something that flew into the clouds. I inhaled sharply, realizing that I had been holding my breath. But surely, something could n't have just dropped into the clouds. I wonder what- 
 
 `` Excuse me, ladies and gentleman. I am sorry to inform you that we will be experiencing a fair amount of turbulence during our decent into Vancouver. Please fasten your seatbelts, and stow any baggage underneath the seat in front of you. Thank you''. 
 
 Again, the bored ding of the seatbelt sign rang throughout the plane. 
 
 I stared at it blankly for a few seconds, and then snapped my head to the right to look out the window again. 
 
 What I saw made me gasp. Not an audible gasp, but more the involuntary inhalation that happens right before a car crash. 
 
 The shape, it flew up beside the plane, much closer now. It's size was about double that of the plane, and it's long tail followed it, beyond my view. It bore giant wings that stretched wide as it glided through the air, slowly steering closer towards us. The silence of the plane made it feel as though what I was seeing was a hallucination; a trick of the darkness on the eyes. 
 
 But no, this was real. What made me realize was the flashing of the light on the plane. For each time it flashed, a great, yellow eye blinked the light back at me. 
 
 It was a dragon. A dragon. 
 
 I mumbled something. Some incoherent sound that attempted to convey all of my thoughts at once, but fell flat, like when a lawnmower dies after almost turning on. As I was about to make another moan, a scream rung out a few rows behind me, shattering the silence of the plane. 
 
 More screams followed, and as if the creature knew that it's presence had been discovered, the dragon released a roar that shook the very fibres of my soul. It came from the mouth of the dragon, but the sound seemed to arrive from some dark, monstrous other world. 
 
 Just then, the plane took a sharp tilt downwards, and we began plummeting through the clouds. I saw flashes of the beast out of the window, while the screams and howls of us people inside filled the plane with terror. And as I looked at the window, as I saw the ground quickly approaching, I saw dozens of other beasts, weaving and flying through the night sky. 
 
 We hit the ground, and we were swallowed in fire.
