"Don't worry, everyone does that on the first day" - by James Sullivan

  "He?" Sarah asked. She was a little scared by how the old woman had said that.
  When she turned back around, a massive winged shape had appeared, and it gave a deafening roar as its monstrous clawed feet landed on the rooftop. The impact and rush of air was so great it toppled her over, and she screamed in terror at the beast that had manifested before her, scrambling backwards as far as she could away from the winged  beast. The old woman was still standing, and laughing so hard as to nearly have her head fall off.
  "Ah, don't worry," she said, "Everyone does that on their first day!" The monster lowered its amber scaled maw down to them, breathing incredibly hot steam as to cause Sarah to sweat. The old woman rubbed the beast's brow, just above the eye with long strokes, causing it to rumble from deep within. Almost like a cat. "Well, not that there's an everyone who has a first day here...never mind.
  Sarah slowly got to her feet, watching the beast like a wary prey, "What is that thing?"
  "He is a great beast, once cast into legends and myth by nations of ancient times, forgotten, brought back as legend by younger nations that now exist themselves legend, and then forgotten once again,and now, back in his full glory!" she proclaimed. The scaled animal nuzzled her, somehow refraining from knocking the woman over, "And all his
  The dragon reared back and raised its head high above into the air, his forearms rising off he ground, and his massive wings unfurling beyond the house almost two-fold, and he roared with the power of a thousand lions, and flame shot from his gaping maw as bright and golden as the sun itself. The heat washed over her, and Sarah felt his strength well up inside her, sweeping away the brisk autumn air, and she felt alive. When he lowered himself back to the rooftop, she saw him not as a monster, but as a legend.
  The old woman wiped away a tear from under her eye. "I love it when he does that," she whispered. "Now, all aboard if you ever wish to see your family again!"
  Sarah took her hand and climbed onto the dragon's backside, where a long leather saddle waited for them, with room for about four full-grown persons.
  Suddenly she remembered. "wait!" she cried, the dragon rearing on his hind legs as he prepared to make flight, "What was your name?"
  The old woman grinned, "Rosanna Romanova!" The dragon screamed its last as it thrust itself high into the sky, chasing the now setting sun on the far western ocean.