The Exiled Dragon
The lightning spat from the cloud, clenching the black matter and pulled my chest upward.
The pulling was equivalent to have my vocal cords ripped from me so many years ago. My dragon roared in pain, remembering the pain I felt as a child, and he could do nothing. I could see his body wrapping around itself, rolling in a tantrum, trying to push the lightning away from my body. The continued pull could be felt through my chest and down to my toes. My dragon pulled on my ripped cords, trying to scream to stop, causing blood to spit from my mouth.