Arid wind gusts forth, hot as an inferno across parched plains. Thunder rumbles in the distance as dark clouds clump together, threatening to burst. Suddenly the air grows still as a large
shadow melts across the earth. The bright wings of a dragon glitter like gold as he soars above the land, reveling in the power of the storm. Silver lightning branches out across the
sky, illuminating the creature. He roars in reply as the wind howls like a beast. Raindrops quench the thirsty soil as the dragon swoops through the air, then vanishes into the shrouded sky.
I believe there's a hero in all of us that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams. -- Aunt May, Spider-Man 2
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