Somehow, deep down, she knew this was right. Raine had battled her nightmares enough times, chased the images of dragons for so long, it didn’t seem out of place to label her guardian as one. The thought calls the dragon’s image to stare at her making Raine gasp. The longer it stared at her the deeper the connection reached her soul.
“I’m you?” she asked incredulously.
Raine watched the way the dragon’s eyes flared and nodded.
“I… wait. You understand me?” she asked, still shocked and finally thankful for the strange way her legs were rooted in place.
The dragon before her opens her translucent, delicate teardrop decorated wings in response, making Raine slow her mind.
“Am I Melchoir? Is that my name?” she asked tentatively, only getting what she thinks is a snort before making he
