Not the brightest kid

Clouds raged! Across the sky, encroached bolts and sheets of lightning. Each thunderclap, announcing post-haste that War, had broken out! Between Air and Water, using Fire and Dust as media to wage their conflict. George stood under the only tree on the high, barren, promontory and watched: he wasn’t the brightest kid on the block – he liked to talk of dragons. In years to follow, some would call him a Saint.