Nothing but a pale whiteness filled his vision.
No longer palm-sized, it filled the far end of his office to over flowing, the walls bulging outwards as they struggled to contain the creature’s expanding bulk. The flash of white fangs closed around him, lifting SoYa from his feet as the frothing darkness bubbled hungrily where he stood only a moment before. The sudden upward motion left his stomach clutching his insides woozily.
This is a dream! Just a dream! It can’t be real!
Somehow he ended up on the dragon’s back, fingers weaving desperately into the thick white mane. The creature below him seemed huge now, wings extending and bursting up through the ceiling, the walls popping like a bubble. All the air rushed out of his lungs as they shot skyward, his yell lost to the millions of stars pulsing around them.
They were flying.
For what felt like eternity, SoYa lay plastered against the beast’s broad back, shivering and holding on for dear life. He didn’t know where they were going, but saw no signs of anything in the vast expanse of sky. The clouds swept along underneath them, casting a prismic glow from below. Somewhere, there was a sun. Or a moon. Maybe both – it was hard to tell as everything twisted and contorted around them.
~Don’t be afraid, SoYa,~ the dragon’s voice echoed through his mind.
It spoke in a different language, and SoYa recognized it as the language from the old journals. Somehow, the words transformed into something he could easily understand as they reached his mind.
No, of course not. My office just flooded with liquid shadow before a giant white dragon exploded out of the room and flew away with me to Light knows where. Being afraid would be silly.
The dragon chuckled, confirming that it could hear and understand SoYa’s thoughts. Not that SoYa actually meant for the creature to hear that.
~This is your dream. Command it.~
SoYa frowned, “If I could command it, I wouldn’t be having this dream.”
~You didn’t want to talk to me?~ the dragon shook out his mane, wings extending into a long glide.
“I don’t even know you,” he answered.
~Of course you do. You called me here. You’ve just forgotten.~
SoYa swallowed, inching forward along the creature’s neck, “Are you… the Zemi?”
The dragon paused a moment, mulling over how to respond. When he did, it was with sadness. ~Yes. I am what’s left of Zemi Dreigiau.~