The dragon. The dragon. The dragon.

My dragon.

"She showed him human love and companionship, making him think he could live like a human too."

"Yet a monster can never truly become a human. He cannot escape his fate as a dragon, nor can he love anyone for long."

"Dragons have an inherent tendency to toy with human desire. But in the end, they inevitably become enslaved by it and turn into true monsters..."

"At the end of the story, he killed his beloved."

"This is the dragon's curse." you hear a distant, somehow familiar voice. Different fragments from a story, perhaps?

In the split second before the dragon's death blow, under the pull of our resonating souls, the blood-red greatsword reappears in my grasp.

My heart lets out a silent scream, yet the sword still pierces the dragon's chest. It looks as if I were the one who plunged it in.

What...have I done...? There's... so much blood... (you look down at your hands before that same voice speaks)

...you must press on. Because if you don't... There's no going back.

If I fall, fate itself will plunge us into the Abyss as it was written. I won't be able to go back.

The dragon grips my hand tightly and uses all his strength to push the sword further into his own chest.

It's as if an unyielding life is mocking the curse and making a final stand against fate. I hold onto the dragon's neck as we plummet through the clouds together.

With the last bit of his strength, the dragon carries me away from the Court of Justitia. We fly over the black obsidian chapel and crash into a valley filled with blooming datura.

His body lies quietly among the flowers. In his garnet-like eyes is my reflection. Look at me... You're not allowed to close your eyes! you hear a feminine voice but it looked like it was you.

My tears fall onto him as I lower my head. I allow him to place a kiss on my forehead. The dark-red glow in his eyes dims. Obsidian-like crystals crawl over the dragon's scales, slowly covering his entire body.

As his body disintegrates, shards of crystal begin to peel away. The wind blows through the valley, lifting those fragments like black petals, wrapping around me-

At that moment, it feels as if the dragon's soul is passing through my body. His life, everything about him, appears before me.

My dragon is gone.

Then you wake up abruptly, heavily breathing as you sit up in your bed. You were in your room, at the Onychinus base.

You manage to get out of bed, stumbling around in the corridor, not really knowing where you were going before you fell in the middle of the corridor.

You seemed to be in some state of shock that you didn't realize when Sylus had come. He must have heard the sound from you falling.