Jayden and Zander both walked together through the forest. Jayden's brilliantly-colored orange, red, and yellow scales matched beautifully up with the bright leaves on the trees overhead. The twosome walked together in silence, simply enjoying the company of each other as they approached a small lake. It was the very place where Jayden had been found many years before. As the two walked along the shore, Zander finally spoke up. "What do you think about what Grandfather said, about the war?" Jayden sighed, she knew that something had been on the girl's mind, and she was sad that this was what it had turned out to be. The night before, Zander's grandfather had been discussing the coming war with her father, and he had turned to her that night, his eyes grave when she asked if he believed that it would really happen. "Aye lassie," he'd told her. "This war is coming to us, whether we like it or not." He'd then gone to bed, complaining about the arthritis in his bones. "I don't know," she said, quietly but honestly. The small, monarch-colored dragon had no idea, though she wanted to believe that it wouldn't happen. Zander, seeing as this upset her mentor, ceased, falling back into step with her guard dragon.
Rebel lifted his elegant snout as a breeze blew by it, bringing with it the scent of prey. Elk, to be exact. His stomach rumbled hungrily as Rebel rose to his feet, his dull orange scales lighting up as the sun's rays hit them. He sighed and spread his large, canopy-like wings, rising quickly into the sky. For a moment, he circled the meadow below him, picking out the most choicey animals of the herd to make a meal from. Suddenly, his wings folded in and Rebel dove like a rocket at the herd. Dismayed bellows rose up from the dust as his talons latched onto the throat of a large, male buck. Soon, its struggles ceased, and Rebel tore into his meal.
Kenna rose from a sleep with a shout, soon realizing that he was in the present and he wasn't actually being chased down by monster dragons. Still, he felt unsettled, and hoped that Ferant wouldn't be mad at him if he requested that he come on a walk with him. "Guard!" he called, and a few seconds late a man burst into the room, his sword raised. Seeing as Kenna wasn't in trouble, he lowered his weapon. "What can I do for you, my lord?" he asked, bowing respectfully. Kenna smiled softly to himself. "Get me Ferant, and bring him quick," he said. The soldier nodded and ran out of the room. Kenna sat back, relaxing as his nightmare faded from him.
You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. ~Mark Twain~