It has been ages since I last dreamt, even during the centuries I spent asleep I could hardly ever recall something that could be called a dream. Even before my will to live withered, I could hardly dream.
Sleep was a rare luxury back then, and most dragons functioned without it. Using mana to calm their minds and ease their suffering. I too, was the same. We could only sleep in our citadels back on our home world, The only place where there was peace.
Regardless, I struggle to call what I experienced a dream, I have heard of them from others many times, But what I heard could not be a dream. It was too vivid, too real, and caused fear to bloom in my dead heart once more.
It was so annoying as well, I wanted to sleep, I wanted to rest, for rest was the only thing that would remind me of death, the final end of those that follow Ariel, to be protected by her and rest for as long as wanted. A luxury I was denied once.
