Morning breeze

Malachi was flying over the people that were screaming and running for their lives. Children were among them, mothers, and old people. The scent of smoke and burning bodies and woods reached his nostrils but the terror wasn't enough. His heart kept pounding, closing in on the people below, and then he opened his mouth allowing the fire to leave his lungs. 

"You are a coward," his father's words echoed when he shifted back sweating, people cheering upon his arrival after the terror he caused. There were praises coming here and there but all he could hear were the screams he silenced. The souls that haunted him at night. 

And then his sister, her screams mixing with everyone else's screams and his father's insults. 

"Malachi! Help me! You are a coward! She will be a breeder. No, please help me! You promised." 

"I will be the breeder," his own voice boomed.