How did this happen?
Going from a selfish rage bent on blindly tearing down everything and anything I felt to be wrong, to finding peace; finding a middle path towards salvation.
Soaring through the skies in my true form, in all of my power and glory, with the love of my life by side; to laying, injured, near death, in severe pain, in a prison cave with bars made from bone. Thick bone. The strongest bone imaginable. Dragon's bone!
I had to change. I had to heal. I had to use my meditative power and control the abilities I knew I had. Being injured, or hurt, or blast from a mountaintop by a power beyond my understanding should not cause me, cause us, to transform back into our powerless human forms.
Transform. Meditate. Believe. Know that the power was mine to hold.
A voice came to me suddenly!
Grandpa!
