I was standing in a clearing, my limbs felt wobbly and stiff, and my right arm dragged along the ground as I shuffled on three legs. This was a dream of course, one where I happened to a be a large creature of massive proportions. In this dream I was standing in a clearing, someone was talking to me but I couldn't see nor hear them. I couldn't move either, or simply didn't want to.

    "I tried to kill you once." A deep, pained, voice cut through the muffles night, and I caught sight of two drops of liquid gold hanging the air.

    I didn't answer, and my noodle legs shivered as thought I had been splashed with water and tossed outside on a brisk morning.

    The drops of gold continued to move closer until I could make them out to be eyes. A cold prickly feeling traveled down my spine, I felt a low growl escaped my jaws.

    "Oh yes, I expect you would remember me hatchling. If you don't...well...you'll remember this."

My vision suddenly jumped and I was skipping along a sidewalk. Both arms swinging by my side.

My heat clenched as I longed bitterly for the mobility in the right again.

Then I was pushed roughly aside, screaming, and a hot sticky pain flooded my senses. It originated from my arm, the same arm that was now paralyzed.

My vision cleared and I lashed out, my arms catching nothing in the thick choking darkness. My ears filled with a maniacal laughter and I yelled as I clawed at my own skull, breath coming out in short gasps.

I opened my eyes and sat up with a gasp, hitting my head on the bottom of my sister's bunk bed. I hissed in pain and nearly jumped when a flashlight flicked on right in front of me.

"Azzy?" My sister whispered, her worried features dramatically contrasted in the light of her torch.

I took a deep breath and realized I drenched in sweat. Gross.

"I'm fine Ariel, it was a just a bad dream, you know, people get those." I shrugged.

Her eye brows went up and I winced at the pitiful expression she gave me. I hated pity.

I tried to push her away by rolling over and going back to sleep.

Ariel is persistent. My bed dipped as she bounced beside me.

"Tell me about it." She asked, a better word would be demanded.

I sighed, then explained what happened. Relaying all the details.

    "That's pretty creepy." She emphasized, messing around with a long string she had pulled from her hair. Her fingers twisted in a way and she made a cat's cradle.

"Yeah. Whatever, it's nothing." I sighed, still feeling disturbed.

She punched me lightly, I didn't feel it of course and it didn't do anything to help my mood.

    "Come on lighten up bro bro so I can get back to bed." She teased.

    "Oh you want to go back to bed? Even after that nap you took on Torien?"

    Her eyes widened. "I did what?"

    I stared at her incredulously, previous mood completely forgotten.

    "You fell asleep on me and I pushed you onto Torien, you don't remember?"

    "Oh my gosh no!" She squeaked. "He must totally hate me now, oh no!"

    I rolled my eyes at her. Personally I think hate was the last thing on Torien's mind, but I wasn't about to point that out.

"So you're good?" She asked.

"Yeah. Thanks anyway."

"Good, I'm going to rethink my life." She saluted me and climbed back up onto her bed.

"Goodnight Ariel."

"Night bro."

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The plot is a thickening, yes yes yes.
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