Feral Tempest

I roar at the little man who thinks he’s going to claim me. I am the mighty air dragon.

“You’re not that mighty.”

“If you were, we wouldn’t be dead.”

“And your son would be safe.”

I scream at the voices in my head and at the man coming toward me. He looks familiar, but I don’t have time to remember why. I pull on my wind and blow it at him, sending him sprawling.

When I do, he shifts, becoming a g