Pains of the Heart

A torturous hell is where I was laying, existing, breathing with no way to get out. The pain was unbearable. I was being ripped apart. Changing to The Thunder Dragon was not an option. Not in my mind anyway. I had to handle this as myself, my human self, and survive.

Water, the opposite of fire; the love of my life controlled it, yet she was being held far away from me, and it was used; used to torture me.

I saw Bada getting scorched by fire from the horrid demons, tormented with the flames, then I was tossed. Tossed into a disgusting pool of cess-filled water. I was submerged into the deep pond and couldn't swim, nor breathe, flailing around madly until I hit the slimy, muddy bottom. My lungs filled with the stinky greenish water, and I flailed about, thinking that death was just a step away. I still couldn't change. I wouldn't.

"Cough it up Druk! Cough it up! Yes, that's it. You'll be alright." Grandpa said.