March felt the strong westerly wind blast against his face as he stood on top of the Sydney Tower and watched a line of thunderstorms roll in.
The blue dragon had an affinity for such weather, being a storm dragon, and he enjoyed quiet moments like this where he could watch a strong storm grow and develop. And the Tower was the perfect spot for it — the tallest point in the city and, today, deserted.
Technically, March wasn’t supposed to be up here. The outdoor part of the Tower was only for pre-booked tours. But when you have wings, it’s easy to get to places you’re not supposed to. And with the inclement weather on the horizon, he doubted any of the spire’s employees would be brave enough to come outside and tell him to leave.
The view was terrific from up here. March loved being in high-up places like this. It made him feel like a giant of sorts, looking down on Sydney’s sprawling downtown. And that just felt right, like it was how he was meant to be.
Another gust of wind hit him, this time strong enough for the dragon to reflexively open his wings and lift off the ground a few inches. OK, that wind might be getting a bit too intense, March thought. He had no problem being outside with lightning around, but he didn’t want to get blown away.
Rain began to pelt the storm dragon as he moved toward the center of the tower and used its spire to brace himself against the wind. The thunderstorm had moved in quicker than he’d expected. March grinned with determination as he felt the full force of nature throw its worst at him.
A lightning bolt suddenly struck the tower’s spire with a deafening boom, causing the world to shake around March. He’d expected something like this, hanging out on the tallest structure in the city during a storm. It got the adrenaline going, to say the least, and a high-voltage blast of electricity was nothing for the dragon, given his lineage.
What March was not prepared for, however, was how his physical form reacted when the lightning struck it. Every body part the electricity touched began to bulge and swell, rapidly growing while March experienced a surge of energy and pleasure like he’d never felt before.
He looked down at his body in amazement as sparks arced across it. His muscles and paws thickened and expanded while the structure below began to wobble and crack under March’s increased weight.
The dragon spread his growing wings once his head surged past the top of the spire and he took to the air, now easily able to cut through the strong winds. He had no intention of flying any sort of long distance, however. There was plenty of fun to be had in and around Sydney’s central business district.
Another bolt of lightning struck March as he flew up into the air, causing him to grow even more, surging past a thousand feet. A satisfied smile curled across his snout as he surveyed his powerful body high above downtown Sydney.
Then, he began to descend quickly, plummeting toward Sydney Harbour with intentional force and velocity.
The splash March created when he made contact with the water was legendary. Waves akin to tsunamis raced through the streets of the central business district, flooding everything in sight. To March, however, it was nothing. Standing at full height, his paws touched the bottom of the harbour while the water only rose to his waist.
March looked to his right and saw a familiar landmark, the Sydney Opera House. He heard a deep rumbling and realized it wasn’t thunder, but his stomach, perhaps reminding him of his hunger due to seeing the iconic orange slice-shaped roof. But those weren’t actually orange slices — he’d need something more filling to sate his colossal hunger.
The dragon began to wade through the water, barely noticing the Sydney Harbour Bridge as it snapped and crumbled against his massive body. It didn’t take long for March to come across a set of extravagant yachts parked at a fancy pier, and a plan began to percolate in his mind.
Gently, March reached his two massive hands into the harbour on either side of the pier, then cupped them and began to raise them back up. Torrents of water spilled out on either side and between his fingers, soon leaving nothing but the yachts and the remnants of the broken pier. March tossed them into his maw, chowing down on them as if they were nothing but little snacks for the titanic dragon.
He repeated this process several more times around the harbour until his eyes caught a new target: a brand-new private luxury ferry, stranded in the middle of the harbour by the strong waves produced by storm and storm dragon alike. He reached for it and plucked it out of the water, finding it roughly the same size as a burrito, had he been a normal size.
March licked his lips and raised the ferry over his hungry mouth, allowing the sports cars and luxury vehicles — and some of their owners — to slide off the deck and into his gaping maw. Then, satisfied that he’d shaken all the treats loose from the ferry, he took a bite out of it, casually munching on the massive boat until it disappeared entirely into his stomach.
By this time, the fast-moving thunderstorm had already begun to roll off into the Pacific. But the real threat to Sydney had only just begun.
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