Nobody knows exactly what happened that night.
The storm arrived without warning.
Purple lightning split the clouds above the city.
The Dragon descended from the darkness.
For seven minutes, Vancouver disappeared beneath fire and thunder.
People watched from shelters.
From subway tunnels.
From the ruins of their homes.
And then they saw him.
Standing alone beneath the burning sky.
The Samurai Cat.
One warrior.
One city.
One impossible fight.
The battle shook the mountains.
Windows shattered from Coquitlam to Kitsilano.
The waters of Burrard Inlet glowed violet.
The night itself seemed to tear apart.
When the storm finally passed,
the Dragon was gone.
No body was ever found.
No proof remained.
Only silence.
And a city that was still standing.
Some call it a miracle.
Others call it a myth.
But every child in Vancouver knows the truth.
That was the night
the legend was born.