After my chat with Chaos and Order we had come to a conclusion that the silver dragon had given me it's knowledge and a... glow. Order had said that it is an innanimate thing that stands for trust and yet,  I feel like I know better,  something tells me differently,  has told me differently even as I spoke to her. 

It wasn't just light. It was as though it was alive,  like a second heart beating along with my own.  Maybe it was only me?  Though there was something else,  something they weren't yelling me and it was just out of my thought's reach. Something I should know but I need something to refresh my memory and soon the thought would flicker away like a shadow in the night. Wait. A shadow. 

The thought finally enters my reach and I grasp it with all strength I have. It's important. Although,  instead of a thought coming to me it is as if a memory,  a feeling washes over me. A cold,  icy touch. A bright light heating up to burning temperatures. A soft glow harshening. I wince from the memory as I walk to my bed as a thought strikes me,  is it truly still my bed? Or am I a different person? I shake my head to clear the thoughts as if I could physically dispell the thoughts. 

Soon though I stand and create a portal,  grabbing my sword as I walk toward it to escape though I do not know where I shall go. I end up wishing to just go....away,  anywhere but here and as the cold feeling of teleporting washes over me another cold feeling grants me but as I look up I can see the Aphostel fields, just as I had seen in my dreams but unlike in my dream the new feeling,  The glow inside me warns me to leave and shies in one direction. I turn to the direction that the glow was shying away from and run in that direction. 

Maybe I was scared. Maybe I was desperate but I ran until the silver glow had gone quiet,  there I collapsed to my knees and once again all was silent. Until I heard footsteps approaching me. I roll around,  too tired to fight,  only to come face to face to the very dragon that has been threatening my life the past while. I blink and see the dragon flicker so I sit up "Why did you threaten me?" I ask and it tilts it's head,  trying to meet my eyes. 

I finally allow that and a voice invades my mind "I did not have a choice,  young one. The silver dragon must have told you about me. No good things I suppose?" It scoffs. "Neither did she explain to you,  did she? Well child I am the dark Dragon, the black dragon, the dark triplet as they had named me. Now before we go further I must explain to you that no; I am not evil. I had done what I had thought right in the war between my sisters and I. I had seen my silver sister's manipulation before it had done any damage but" "manipulation? No,  you killed the white dragon" I interrupted. 

The black dragon laughs in the silence "is that what she told you?  Oh no young one,  she has deceived you. I never killed my dear sister but I had shared my thoughts with her and my thoughts were,  as I had later realized a knife in an already sore spot. She vanished a few hours later" it explains.  The glow reacts accordingly and seems to let out a hiss of anger at th is seemingly sincere explanation. I shake my head and glance away from it's eyes. The flickering had now become a constant,  like a light bulb about to shatter. 

I ignore the internal rant that is not mine and listen to my instincts "every villain is a hero in their own mind",  The quote rushes into my mind with a whisper of dark smoke and I turn my head to glance at the smoke. I unintentionally meet the dragon's eye and the whisper becomes a stream, flashing in front of my eyes before vanishing into them. Soon both the dragon and I collapse to the ground in a heap,  though only one of us is conscious. The other is dead. 

Another so called 'glow' beats next to my heart, though this one is black like onyx, no glow about it. A split second memory flashes over my eyes;  A soul of a dragon is transferred to a hero through eye contact at fading. This isn't going to end well at all.