Father grabbed me and quickly took me back to the house. He scolded me, telling me that I shouldn't announce such things. I retorted by saying that what I said was the truth and that those humans needed to know their place. My father continued to reprimand me for my actions but I shrugged them off; 'what does he know? He's always been different, always been the black sheep of the family.'

The rest of the day had gone by the same as any other day; it was so boring. Everything was so quiet, no sounds reverberating across the marble halls, no sounds of the night penetrating the window sill; just complete and utter silence. It made me grind my teeth. 'This vacation is terrible. The humans don't bow before me, father won't let me do anything about that, and worst of all, everything is so boring. There's nothing to do – what's that?'

I was sitting on the window sill, lost in my thoughts when a faint orange glow caught my eye. It was far off in the distance but it was steadily growing closer. What is that? I also hear something… yelling…

I rush off to my parents' bedroom. I tell them what I saw. Mother and father reassure me that it's nothing to worry about, however their tone changes when all of us smell smoke.

My father begins to sweat; a look of fear is plastered on my mother's face.

"Doflamingo, wake your brother, now!" my father yells at me. On any other day I would have reprimanded him for talking to me in such a manner, but I understood the urgency in his voice and ran off to get my brother.

After I had woken him, my parents grab both of us and rushed us out the back door. Once outside, I met with a horrifying site. Our vacation home… was up in flames.

"Father… why won't they kneel down?!" I was trembling, my voice held none of its usual charisma. I could see all those humans torching our house. They were screaming about us, hurdling expletives at us. I didn't understand what was going on.

Father and mother grabbed us and we started running. 'I don't understand, why are we running? We're Celestial Dragons, we can just call an Admiral to deal with these heathens. Why are we running?!'

Father and mother took us to some cottage that was situated in the middle of a garbage dump. I could never even fathom the idea of living in such a repugnant place, but here we were. The aroma was so bad that it made me wanted to puke. But my parents were thankful, something about the mist covering us, hiding us from the humans. I asked my father why we had to hide, why we couldn't just call the marines and get them to sort this whole thing out. He ignored me, going into the back room to make a call.

I wasn't going to just have him pay no heed to me. I followed him, my steps nimble so as to not draw any attention. I parted the curtains and peeked inside. I could see my father holding a den den mushi, talking to someone.

What I heard shocked me to my very core. Father was talking to the Celestial Dragons, telling them he had made a mistake in revoking his status as a Celestial Dragon, and he was begging them to at least save the rest of us from this nightmare… but they refused. We had breathed their air… we were now humans.

'Father, what have you done?!'