No. This post is not about Rash(pronounced 'RUSH').
It's about a man who everyone thought was a lunatic. Every night he'd wake up and start screaming and yelling at all the people who made him suffer, who let go of him when he didn't want to be and the rest of the world where he lived couldn't stand him for that. (For most worlds are filled with beings who judge.)
The people didn't know what to do with him. Nobody dared to be his neighbour for they were extremely scared of him.
But what they did not know was that during the day he went to the ocean and had the best time of his(or anyone's) life with the dragons in the ocean. People had never thought of dragons as friendly beings. Infact, dragons were supposed to be the most dangerous creatures on the planet. But for some reason this man got along with them. He seemed to understand them and they him.
