The Lord of the Dragons

He stood amid the destroyed village, frozen still by shock.His friends, his family, everyone he had ever known, who had ever known him, gone.1

Rage erupted in his mind, twisting itself into a huge ball of pulsating fire, but he paid it no heed.2

He moved, woodenly, through the carnage, pauseing know and again to look at a paticular place, house or a body that lay still smoking on the ground. schorched and unrecognisable now. The fountain lay in the centre of the village,with a continuous stream of steam rising from it, as if it had  been made in to a cauldron that still simmered.3

Finally he reached the house where he had been born where he had been raised, where his whole had began and had been focused around.4

It was impossible to tell that the smoking wreck of ruins could have ever been a house let alone a fairly large sized tavern.5

The rage turned white hot, glowing, demanding it be set free.He tried to stop it, tried to hault it but to no avail.6

Red fire burst forth from his body, consuming everything within sight and destroying the last memories of his childhood.7

His mind shifted and was ripped away from his body as he watched the power transformed his body. Huge claws took the place of his hands, his neck elongated and conical spikes peirced the tough layer of scaly skin that covered his body. His face stretched and merged into the face that haunted his nightmares.The face of a dragon. To complete the change, Gigantic wings ripped free from his back. He was now a dragon! His mind zoomed back into space, and he could control his body once more.8

With a tremendous roar of rage he shot a spurt fire from  his mouth and sprang into the sky. The ones who had done this would pay!9