Dreams Again
The dreams came again just when Rahg thought he was rid of them; this time though, they began differently. All of the original scenes from before flashed by quickly, very quickly, and yet he vividly pictured every scene, each one etched in his memory now, a part of his life. And here he was, standing before the dragon once more, smelling its fetid breath and seared by flaming eyes. It was both disruptive and inviting. This couldn't be real—he knew that, and yet how could it be anything but real. He had been injured before, though he had told no one except Camissa. Who else could he tell, they would surely have thought him mad.
The dragon lowered its massive head, red eyes glowing with flames and a cavernous mouth leaking smoke from an internal kiln.
"What do you want?" Ragh
