This time the dream is different. I know the dragon is there, but can’t see it. But I can see the heavy spear on the ground in front of me…
I bend to pick it up. Something moves behind me, something heated and red, but no matter how fast I turn or twist, I can’t get a glimpse of it.
Until I touch the tip of the spear… then, I feel the presence behind me still itself.
In triumph, I will my body to turn… but it won’t. My hand is held rigid to the very tip of the spear and my body flexes out in immobility behind it.
“Mmmm?” says the dragon, behind me, revealing itself by sound, alone. But now there is a feeling of consideration, of weighing up the options, though they are few. The immediate threat is gone, but so is the ability to change anything.
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