I saw a television news crew
setting up shop on Times Square. The
thought hit me to go tell them my story, to try to set things straight, even
though it could backfire and make my human persona an outlaw throughout the
world. But it was a sacrifice I knew I
had to make, in order to allow the peoples of the world feel safe again.
Getting the news crew to believe my
wild story would be a tricky proposition.
I was sure they’d seen their fair share of weirdoes on the streets of Manhattan. They’d probably never believe my tale anyway. I almost talked myself into walking right
past them, but for some reason I couldn’t resist the urge to talk.
“Excuse
me, miss,” I said to the pretty young reporter.
“We
don’t have time, sir,” she shushed me away without even looking at me. “We’re in the middle of a story here.”
“I
have some very important news,” I insisted.
“Call
the hotline. The number’s on the truck.”
“I
can give you a scoop,” I promised.
“I
can yell for a cop,” she volleyed, finally looking at me, with an old fashioned
New York hairy eye.
“Look
lady, just here me out,” I tried pleading.
“Look
yourself,” she interrupted me. “We don’t
have time for your bullshit. We’re very
busy, if you haven’t noticed. News is
news and you’re obviously not newsworthy.
Scum.”
“I
can explain the dragon attacks,” I pressed on, ignoring her negativity.
“You’re
wasting my time,” she barked. “Officer!”
Seeing
I was getting nowhere with the stubborn reporter, I turned away. But when I saw two policemen rushing me, I
jumped into the air and turned into a fire dragon. I had
no desire to spend another night in jail.
Within seconds panic ensued. People were screaming and running in every
direction. I hovered in midair and
watched the spectacle. The reporter and
her cameraman stood their ground. She
started talking into her microphone and the cameraman started shooting me. The cops had their guns drawn but hesitated firing
them.
I
stayed there, hovering, until most of the people were far away. A few brave souls stayed, to record what
would happen next, with their smartphones.
I wasn’t in the mood to disappoint.
I flew just past the highest
skyscrapers and did a magnificent three-sixty.
I then dive-bombed the square, and laughed as the remaining folks
covered their heads with their hands and ducked, as if that would’ve saved
them. Just before impact, I turned into
knight form and landed right next to the reporter.
The
lady stood there completely dumbfounded, stuttering and stammering to get her
question out. I made my best superhero
pose for the camera and stood there as more folks started pouring back into the
square to take a once in a lifetime video.
Finally, the reporter gathered
herself enough to ask her question. “Who
are you?”
“I
am the Fire Dragon, Gazzy Windstorm.”
“Are
you here to destroy us?” she asked nervously, before she placed the mic at my
mouth with her arm extended full length to stay as far away from me as possible.
“No.”
I answered. “Quite the contrary,
actually I have come to save you.”
“It
doesn’t seem that way, with all the destruction you’ve caused,” she tried to
play the hardened reporter role.
“That
is why I am talking to you now; I need to set the record straight.”
“The
floor is yours,” she said, before giving me the mic and then running to hide
behind her cameraman.
“People
of New York, people of the Earth, I have not come to hurt you. I am the Fire Dragon. I destroyed all the nuclear weapons on Earth
to set you free from the specter of death held over you by your governments. A new age has begun. The age of the Fire Dragon! I shall not allow anymore wars to take place
on this planet. Governments of the world
must stand down or face my consequences.
I am indestructible. My will
shall not be denied. I will not harm
innocent people nor will I allow governments or militaries to harm innocent
people. I have not come to lord over you
or rule you. I am simply your
protector.”
Some
of the people began catcalling me and throwing things, but a small group began
applauding. Their applause grew louder as
more people joined in until they drowned out the haters, who then quieted. I was humbled to say the least. But that was not why I was there. I handed the microphone back to the reporter
and nodded that it was alright for her to ask me follow up questions.
“Are
you an alien? Do you have a UFO?”
“No
and no,” I responded. “I am a flesh and
blood human being that was transformed into a dragon by a dying witch. I can switch back and forth between human,
undead knight and dragon forms, at will.
What I did with my powers was my own business. I’ve chosen to protect humans. I’ve been busy for years, stopping wars and
ridding the world of aggressive warmongers.
Most people thought my actions were from the hand of god, but I am done
hiding. It is time the world knew the
truth. It is time for governments to be
responsible and to stop fighting over stupid things like oil and energy and
money and borders and religions and race.
Now is the time for peace or the time for wrath. I pray the governments of the world choose wisely.”
Applause
erupted once again and I nodded my approval.
The reporter looked at me and asked me if there was anything else I
wanted to add and I said, “You should know that the presidents of Russia and
the United States were planning on starting World War Three. That is why I am making my presence
known. I’ve already taken care of the
Russian president, but the American president is in hiding. He planned on conquering Canada and Mexico
while Russia attacked the countries of the former Soviet Union. I have audio recordings to back that up that
I will make available to you soon.
Everyone should know that the president is an evil traitor, willing to
put innocent lives at risk to pursue his own political gains.”
“That
is hard to believe, Mr. Fire Dragon,” the reporter asked incredulously. “Can you elaborate?”
“That
is all I have to say for now. I will get
the audio to you as soon as tomorrow and then everyone can make their own
decisions as to whether or not I have done the right thing. Thank you for your time.”
“Sir,
sir,” the reporter called, but I ignored her.
I was done with the interview and disappeared
right in front of them. The crowd buzzed
with excitement, so I ran until I found a spot that was clear of people. I didn’t want to burn anyone when I jumped
into the air and transformed into fire dragon form.
I’d just blown the collective minds
of the people of the world. If I was
going to be a marked man, then so be it.
I was ready for whatever they threw my way.