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 giant Bengal tiger. But he is still no match for me.
He snarls at me, racing toward me as I use the wind to kick dirt and sand into his face. I lift up onto my back legs, intending to stomp on him, but his scent of damp earth and exotic spices distracts me just long enough for him to get underneath me.
I slam my front legs back to the ground, protecting my stomach from his attack. I feel som
