What a terrible dream

  It was about Dragons again,

  And they were. Crying

  One of them had died, one of the older ones

  The one who had led them to greatness

  Created a kingdom where they could be free

  With him, all Dragons had come together

  United in a society that even the gods envied

  When he died, it slowly crumbled

  What once was a great kingdom

  Turned to dust

  For us humans, it took millennia. But for Dragons

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  It was over in a flash

  The one who should have taken the mantle

  Continuing the legacy

  The kingdom

  Was a red Dragon

  But his sorrow was too deep

  In his endless sorrow, he sought death

  Flew high, so high

  Higher than even the strongest of them

  And there, he met them

  The gods

  And he fought

  Fought for death

  But found strength

  After killing the god of fire and flame

  Swallowing him whole

  The world shook

  The gods united

  Uniting their strength to slay the red Dragon

  But even this failed

  So they banished him

  Using power that should have created

  But instead sealed

  And sealed he was

  Fated to the world

  And there he stayed

  Seeking death

  Never finding it

  ...

  Then the dream stopped.

  I slowly woke up, pain removing thoughts of any dreams

  Excruciating pain.

  And itching.

  Trying to move, I found myself unable

  Arms with no strength, legs not even touching the ground.

  As I tried to open my eyes, I found them meeting the rat womans beady eyes.

  “Ah, you are awake. But please, human, go to sleep. You have done enough. Just, sleep.”

  Feeling something cold run down my throat, I swallowed it slowly

  The embrace of darkness cut the pain

  Huh, this feels nice.

  I wonder.

  What kind

  Of

  Dream

  That

  Was...