Wrapped in a loving embrace, I drift into the only place I've known thus far. But there is a new figure here with me; tall, dark, wings and scales. I call him father and he walks with me in my dream world.
This world is bright and beautiful today, dotted with colorful summer blooms around a lake the color of my aqua eyes. My body, long and lean, bounds about in the tall grasses; bringing me to stand at the edge of the reflective pool. I smile happily as I look across it, my father coming to stand beside me proudly. Wanna go for a flight? He asks and I look up to him with eager eyes.
The skies were a pale blue with scarce fluffy white clouds as I watch him unfurl his great wings and take to the air with a few thrusts to the appendages. Even though they share the same blood, they were quite opposite in more ways than one. Him a dark winged being, me as heavenly as the clear summer sky.
I lunge into the atmosphere; my paws stepping lightly on the air molecules. They support my mass with as much ease as the earthly ground in which I leapt from. Each step taking me higher and higher until I am leaping from cloud to cloud.
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There is a rubble that vibrates me awake, opening my eyes to the cavern which is my birthplace. Tucked to my father's side, cradled in an upside-down fashion, my head lifts as I hear the rumble once again. My elongated face turns, as does my ear, to seek the source of the noise. It is in that moment of silence I look upon my fathers scaled face sleeping so peacefully, his only movement that of his chest as he draws in a deep breath. Then there is the noise again, coming from the large dark mass as he exhales.
My long body turns to bring myself to my paws; my eyes still glued on my father's face. I take a single step then another, dragging my back half along with me until I am an inch away from his head. I examine him carefully, trying to understand what the noise means to tell me.
With a twitch of my tasseled tail, I retain my wide-eyed stare awaiting clarity...