Lightning cracked and thunder boomed. Every time the thunder would boom, Ania swore she could hear screams, not blood curdling… more like… eh. Who can describe it? Ania couldn’t even tell if it was man or woman. Ania just knew that someone was having fun or getting hurt.

Another arc of lightning split the night’s sky, and Dragon bellowed at it amidst the sternum-vibrating bass of the thunder. He was purely himself, for the first time in his memory. There was no confusion, no buzzing of human thought, no conscience. Simple and pure, this was the way he had always desired to be.

So why did it hurt so much?

Bah, that didn’t matter. He had kept himself to the rides for the last couple of days, as everything outside of it smelled of machine-magic. Not here, not in his lair. The rides were primal and made of the earth. The roller coaster was the only exception, and Dragon hissed at it in disgust. That thing reminded him of what he had shed, like a too-tight skin.

He bared his sharp, pointed teeth at the thing and raised his war hammer high. Lightning crashed again, and he roared as a voice whispered to him in the thunder.

“I’m not so sure you exist.”