The Ghost of Ottawa Reborn

Meanwhile, the Ghost was deep in the Dragon Country training with the Blood Dragon of Wrath. 

CONCENTRATE! SEE THE PAIN THAT DRIVES YOU. FEEL IT ALL AROUND YOU!

The Blood Dragon stared at the Ghost as he kept his eyes closed and crushed a rock within his fist.

Good, very good. Now focus on using that rage to amplify your strength, use it like armor. When you are ready, strike me.

The Ghost's eyes flashed open and he struck the Dragon into the wall.

In the six months you have been under my wing, you continue to break past every limit you've had. Honestly I am Impressed. Most humans couldn't have handled my gift without the use of magic, but you.. You managed to not only handle my gift, you made that anger apart of who you are.

I am unworthy of your praise. I simply did as I used to do.

Yes, your past... You told me you became as you were because of your family, yes?

That is correct. I was wronged, hurt and watched them lie and cheat their way.

How did that make you feel?

As if even the gods were telling me to give up. 

Go deeper.

I felt as if I was to sign the death warrant of an entire world, I couldn't contain that rage, that wrath that I wanted, no need to exact upon them was unrelenting. Day by day I watched them enjoy the luxury of life while I struggled only deepening that vast canyon between us. 

Good, you finally understand. You watched those who hurt you succeed and live their lives to the fullest, enriching your rage to a point it became part of your person. You wanted to save people and be the hero, yet they cast you as the villain who was meant to fail, meant to die. You have risen far above those who hurt you. Since you have completed all the training I had planned for you, I wish to return with you to New Ottawa. 

In dragon form?

No, don't be silly. I wish to ride in that fancy contraption you came here in. I have a human like form that is far more suitable for your endeavors.

Then we leave immediately.

The Blood Dragon kneeled before the Ghost.

Master?

No, you are my master now. You have far surpassed even my strength. You may now call me Temper, Blood Dragon of Wrath. I am yours to command.

The Ghost nodded and packed up his supplies. It had been six months since he'd left New Ottawa to seek out the Blood Dragon known as Temper. As he fueled the Autowa with the jerry can that John had given him, he thought about how it would be returning to his home.

Blue Crane, take word to New Ottawa of my eminent return. NOW FLY!

The Blue Crane took to the grey sky and flew off towards New Ottawa. The Ghost closed the fuel cap and waited for Temper to finish packing.

All ready?

Yes, I can't wait to meet the people you've told me so much about.

Temper had an interesting human-like form. His hair was Blood-Strawberry red and his eyes were a glow like a dancing flame. He wasn't exactly tall but to most people, they'd be happy with him simply gazing in his direction. In other words, he was a hunk, a dream, a playboy. 

As the Autowa began the journey back down the mountain, the air was filled with excitement and hope as the Ghost was going home.

You did say I can try the foods of your hometown right?

Yes Temper, you can try them all.

EXCELLENT! LET'S MOVE THIS THING ALONG FASTER! I CAN'T WAIT!