Hurricane!

You are just like a hurricane. People can be divided in several categories depending on their reaction to you just the same as they can be divided depending on their reaction to hurricanes.

There are those who panic and flee out of your way screaming their guts out and not ever looking behind. They, eventually, will turn into another category, even happier, the ones who don't know and don't care of your existence. Not hard to believe as you, just like a hurricane, are a localized disaster. There two are the unhurt. The ones who get away or are away.

Then, there are the announcers. The hurricane is coming, they say, and they say that from a very safe spot, as they let all the rest panic. These are the cowards. If they meet you they will not talk to you, they will not make eye contact, but, instead, they will be the first to have an opinion if ever you're the topic. They should be put down when you get the chance. They should be turned into the terrified. The ones who try to forget you exist, that despise you and will cross the street years from now if they have their little children beside.

The victims. Or the unlucky. The ones who didn't have time to run or didn't know they should. They do not exist anymore. Or they do, but there is nothing left for them. No life, no hope, just despair. The fairies destroyed. The new monsters. Little storms growing, feeding to become bigger.

And there are the hunters. Not actual hunters, but chasers. Storm chasers. The ones who ask for it. The ones who are so hopelessly attracted to the monster they don't do anything else their whole life. To their even bigger despair they don't really ever catch the monster so they become more insane with every chase. With every struggle.

And there's you. The power of nature that you are. Not really caring about any of them, but looking for the storm big enough to allow you to become a whole. THE Storm. The grandmother of all storms, the one that will bring so much destruction no other storm will come after it. Storms start of with a butterfly batting its wings. There will be no more butterflies. Only you two.

Fly!