Monday, February 27, 2012

Family Dishonored

Xiang awoke in a strange bed, his left leg encased by hardened plaster. Had he broken a limb? How unexpectedly enlightening!

He disliked the metallic bracelet about his wrist. By whose authority had a prince of the Royal House been restrained?!? Oh…wait…since he had adopted human form, he was but another nondescript Asian man to these lesser beings.

A uniformed individual burst into the room. Xiang was shocked this personage held what appeared to be a weapon. Such an affront!

The barbarian spoke, “You son of a bitch, I’ll kill you for what you did to my partner! Ran him down like a dog! They don’t have roadblocks in your part of the world, gook?”

Xiang suddenly recalled a barricade of sorts, portable it seemed, as more segments were lying by the roadside. He remembered being far too drunk to either stop or even slow down. Then…nothing…until he awoke here.

Well, enough novelty, Xiang decided. With a thought, he swelled to his full 20 foot height. His bronze scales sparkled in the artificial light. He crashed through the flimsy wall and winged toward home. His father would be most displeased that he had, once again, brought dishonor to the family.

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