I spread my wings and flew.
My fire dosed by the storm inside of me. I had a family. A small nest to call my own. A home.
And they were all taken from me. Taken by those who feared us. Despised us for what we weren’t.
They had called us a bird of evil. One that had rose from the deepest part of Tartarus. Covered in its hellish flams.
They called us monsters.

Callidus is a Earth Pony. He always wanted to fly. To touch the sky like so many do, naive to the gift they have been blessed with at birth. But he will do it his way. And he doesn't care what he will lose to do it. But remember this, anypony who gets in his way will not live to regret it.

This is my first story in fimfiction so any criticism is not only accepted but requested. I will see if I can maintain consistency but I can not guarantee it.
There will also be a bit of gore but nothing to extreme.