Chapter Five
A strange feeling washed through Christoff as he slowly woke. He instinctively knew that he should be dead. He remembered the pressure of the mountain expanding outward right before he lost consciousness. There had been something else, almost like a hand against his brow, but he decided he must have been dreaming. One thing he did know, he should be dead.
Instead, he was encased in his symbiot. The familiar feel of his friend and companion sent a wave of comfort through him and his dragon. He was about to thank it for somehow, miraculously saving them when he felt a different type of warmth touch him. It felt as if someone had slid their hand over his body. Whoever, or whatever was touching him had definitely woken up his dragon. He had never felt his other half wake so fast
