Max appeared in a field. The grass was gray and dead. She felt a strange feeling wash over her and she whirled around.

Snow slowly fell from the clouds and she looked up. The skies were dark grayish-blue.

Thunder rumbled and boomed a little, startling Max. She stared at the clouds nervously and she looked around.

Everything felt strangely empty. "H-hello?" She choked out, her throat still sore from almost being killed.

There were distant roars but nothing that sounded terrifyingly familiar to her. But that was what made it even more terrifying.

She didn't know what the roars were nor where they were coming from.

She heard the unmistakable sound of wingbeats and she looked around frantically.

"Max," a familiar voice said and she whirled around to see Billy standing behind her. But he looked different. He looked... normal. Better.

"B-...Billy?" She whispered, her eyes widening as tears sprung to them. Her brother was here. She had the urge to run into his arms but she hesitated.

"N-no...," she stuttered, stumbling back, "th-this can't be real!"

The ground suddenly trembled and Max stumbled in surprise and fear, the quakes nearly knocking her off her feet.

Crystals suddenly burst up from the ground and she screamed in surprise. There was a near ear-piercing screeching sound and Max jolted and slapped her hands over her ears, eyes shut tight.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw a large dragon staring down at her. She widened her eyes and stumbled back. She yelped and tripped over her feet.

The dragon growled, baring it's teeth. Max widened her eyes in fear.

There was no way...

Dragons only existed in books and fairytales. But this dragon was standing in front of her.

And it was angry.

At least... that's what her mind was telling her.

But why was a dragon, of all, things in her mind. What would she be doing, dreaming about dragons? Granted, it was anything that was somewhat comforting in a scary way.

At least it wasn't Vecna.

The dragon opened it's maw and Max widened her eyes before she shut them tight, expecting the final blow. But it never came.

"Max," a chilling whisper washed over her and she shivered. She dared to open her eyes and she looked at the dragon who stared down at her with an unsettling coldness in it's eyes.

There were crystals growing out of the ground. They were glowing all kinds of colors. Blue, purple, red, yellow, red, green, etc.

Purple mist flowed from the tips of the purple crystals and Max swallowed nervously.

"Max," the dragon hissed. She flinched and looked at the dragon.

"This will be the world I create," the dragon rasped, "it will be mine." It raised it's claws and swiped at Max.

Max jerked awake with a choked scream, gasping for air. Her vision was blurred.

"Max! Max!" Lucas exclaimed, his eyes wide with relief and worry.

Max looked around wildly and cried out at the pain that suddenly rushed through her entire body. It felt like her entire body was on fire.

Tears slipped down her cheeks as she gasped and whimpered. She clawed at the neck brace. It felt like she was being choked all over again.

Panic seized at her mind and she started to hyperventilate.

Lucas widened his eyes and he gently grabbed her hands. Max jerked and her gaze met his.

"L-...Lu...Lucas...?" She choked out.

"Yeah," Lucas said, trying not to cry, "it's me. I'm here."

"H-hurts," Max whimpered, closing her eyes tightly, "e-everything hurts." "How do I make it stop?" Lucas asked.

Max kept her eyes closed in response, her body trembling with pain. Lucas tried not to cry. He wanted to help her. He really wanted to. But he didn't know how.

"J-just... hold me please," Max whimpered out. Lucas' eyes saddened as he did his best to hold back tears. He held her hand and kissed her head.

She closed her eyes with a trembling sigh. The pain slowly ebbed away and she wanted to relax but she couldn't. That dream was unnerving. That dragon's message was scary and it still lingered in her mind.

She sniffled softly, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Will, Jonathan, Mike, Robin, Nancy and Steve stood outside of the room. Will stared at the floor. He rubbed the back of his neck and closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping him.

Mike looked at him. "You okay?" He asked, furrowing a brow.

"Okay as I can be," he sighed, looking away from his friend. Mike hesitated before he patted Will's shoulder in comfort.

Will sighed before he got up and walked over to the vending machine. He put in a dollar and pressed the number. He sighed as he waited for the candy bar and he looked around.

He tensed up when he saw a girl walking away. She had chestnut skin and raven black hair. It was so long, it reached the small of her back.

But something felt... off about her. Will looked down and he saw little crystals trailing behind her, growing out of the floor with every step the girl took.

"H-hey," Will said and he hurried after the girl. Once she was out the door, Will stumbled after her and he stopped when there was no one to be found. There was a dark red rose on the ground in front of him and he looked down at it.

He slowly bent down and picked it up. He hissed in pain and nearly dropped it when his thumb pricked one of the thorns.

"Will?" Johnathan said, startling his brother and he turned to him. His brother had a worried look on his face. "You okay?" He asked.

"Y-...yeah. Just thought I saw someone," Will said. Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows and he walked over to him and hugged him.

Will relaxed slightly in his hold and he hugged him back, burying his face into his shoulder.

In the forest, there was a man who laid in a ditch, covered in bruises and scars. He had dirty blonde hair and he was pale and naked.

He coughed weakly and slowly opened his eyes. "E-...Eleven," he growled out in pain. There were footsteps and he jerked as a woman stood over him.

"Hello, One," she said, "I believe that you and I are overdue for a sibling reunion... aren't we?"