The occasion called for a dramatic entrance. Under the shroud of darkness, I flew to the middle of the village, where I ordered Pest to turn it off.
There was no need for me to announce my appearance—the glow of the stone in my chest made it for me. Its rainbow radiance, only partially concealed by my half-transparent flesh, was as bright as the moon compared to the stars next to the barely there lights of the bioluminescent flora.
From above, I watched as the humans turned their eyes to me, shouting in surprise, astonishment, anger, and terror. I must've been a sight. My current form was my natural one, and I had enough features to be fearsome. Four arms, claws, beastly snout full of teeth, simmering wings behind my back—the only feature you could call pretty, which made it look very out of place.
