soon, Felix drifted to sleep, curled up on his bunk.
As he dreamed, he saw himself in the third person, standing in a misty place, with various shapes and forms flickering in and out. And then, footsteps, Felix turned to where the noise was coming from, seeing a man in a brown robe, with a kindly, wrinkled face, grey, wispy hair, and eyes that seemed to penetrate Felix to his core.
"...so little one...what shall you do...?" the monk asked, hands behind his back.
"...i...i don't know what you mean..." replied Felix, looking into the monks brown eyes, which seemed to transfix him almost as much as the dragon's had.
"...you seek to help the young dragon...so what will you do...?" said the monk, repeating his question.
"...i don't know...i can't do anything..." Felix said back to the monk, avoiding his gaze.
"...you say that...but you do not believe it..." the Monk said, in an infuriatingly mellow tone.
" well what should i do!?" Felix yelled at the monk, his anger at his own weakness rising to the surface. "i'm just a weak little servant boy who isn't worth anything to anyone!" he cried, dropping to his knees and pounding his fists upon the white mist of a floor.
"...if you yourself are not strong enough...then seek an ally...strength in numbers young one...where one tree falls in the wind, a forest carries on..." said the monk, before he turned away and walked off into the mist, his last words still echoing in Felix's mind.
at this point, Felix awoke to the sound of the other slaves getting up and leaving. He remembered the monk's words. Today he would find an ally...but who...?
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