In a tightly sealed basement somewhere in the Southern Sky Group, Goldie, who had been hibernating for the past month, woke up.
As it stretched and unfurled itself, a clear liquid dripped off its back. Underneath its wings, it slowly rotated and stretched its arms, trying to shake off some the numbness that came with a month of inactivity. Its faintly yellowish skin was still a little wrinkled, as though it was withering.
The intricate blue markings on its body had grown even more intricate, but the markings on its neck seemed to have lessened somewhat. There also appeared to be a crown of similar blue markings around its bald head. As it wrapped its wings around itself, it felt like a reborn hero.
I've become stronger.
There are even fewer people now that can bully me.
Its eyes narrowed as it jabbed at the air a couple of times, each punch seemingly faster than the last.
Bam!