It was warm and dark.... You wondered if you were dead, and if you were, it probably wouldn't be so bad... At least it was warm...
You drifted for hours in what seemed to be Death's Oblivion; it was quite peaceful, much better than the Silvera Concentration Camps...
It seemed to be ages beore he was interrupted inside his blissful void... A faint thought... A Very Familiar thought.... And that thought brought back the memories of the portal; you remembered everything that had happened, the messed up portal to ancient Pern, the two shifty looking characters in their mechano-birds, and something else... Something you couldn't quite remember, but then it didn't matter, for you realized the thought belonged to Drakreanor!
You opened your eyes to see yourself in a bed with a very large something beside you, and realized it was Drak's face up close. You almost yelped in surprise, for this wasn't the Drak you normally saw; for one, his face scales had salt dried on them, and the soft flesh that was usually around a dragon's eyes were red and blotchy, almost like what a human looked like after crying; this confused him immensely, as Dragons hardly ever cry; in fact, the only dragons you've ever heard cry were female dragons who were the softest of the soft and had something terrible happen, and even that was rare beyond measure. You also noticed that he looked haggard and thin, with his scales dull and his muscles diminished, as if he hadn't eaten in weeks (Dragons only need to feed every few days, as they have extremely low metabolisms due to a special evolutionary branch shared with snakes and some reptiles), and finally, his eyes were bright and his features astonished; he rarely looked more than mildly interested most of the time, considering himself as a dragon above normal affairs, and his features were normally quite calm, and if his eyes could talk and explain why they looked like that, they would've said, "Yeah, I'm bored but I'm waaaaay cooler than you losers."
There was an awkward silence for what seemed like days, though it was probably only a few seconds. Then Drak lunged forward with a cry of joy over his friend, and he embraced you with his wings. You felt a bit awkward (as anyone would, being hugged by a giant, sobbing, self worshipping dragon's wings), but you're glad to see him nevertheless. Then a surge of emotions and thoughts came forth like a tidal wave, and your mind was overwhelmed by a planet-load of information, such as he had been asleep for 3 weeks, Drak hadn't left his side and had been refusing meals while sobbing and trying to telecommunicate with you (you then thought that the reason male dragons don't reveal to anyone that they cry is because they'll probably throttle anyone who does, and that Drak would likely be threatening whoever had been taking care of you to not tell), that you had almost died, that he had explained to the counsel everything that had transpired, and all sorts of other stuff. You then realize, after having your thoughts so close together, that Drakreanor is holding something out.
'Drakreanor, you're not telling me something,' you stated.'
'Errr...Well, Gil...'
You frown slightly, and Drak gives a physic sigh.
'Ahhh... Well, your nurse is.... Your sister, Zodiash.'
You stare dumbfounded at him. You had a sister?!
Drak, picking up on your thought, nods nervously and says, 'She was found in a new concentration camp the Conglomerates had set up. Her dragon, Wevyn, was threatening anything that tried to take her away from Zoidash. Her old wardens had dumped her off at this new one in relief, apparently, due to all the trouble the dragon had caused, not bothering warning wardens about what would happen if you tried to take them apart; the entire camp was found incapacitated with your sister sitting in the middle reading a book and her dragon snoring beside her; I'm sure you're wondering why they didn't kill them both and get rid of problem, and after interrogating the gaurds and wardens, we found out she had realm drifting powers, like you, which probably also explains why she was just reading a book. She's quite odd; she kept asking us if we would like apricot juice and meat licorice, which she kept pulling out of a dress robe thing, and asking if she could see Giljaras; eventually, we found out she was quite skilled at mind magic, and that she had, with Wevyn's help, stunned the brains of all the inhabitant's of the camp. She even brought someone who had died a minute earlier back to life by reconnecting his body, mind, and spirit, saying that she had called his spirit which still was lurking around the body confused due to the posion which led to his death, and helped it back in... Needless to say, the elders, after looking at you, decided to assign her to the job of healing your mind; it took quite a blow after the massive amount of energy you used to open a second portal. She's been getting more normal, as her own mind was probably traumatized due to the massive amount of torture and testing done to her by the various scientists, psychologists, and doctors. Lastly to say, Wevyn is also my sister; we're from the same clutch of eggs.
You were shocked by all this, and had choked on a glass of water when Drak had mentioned she had revived someone. As you sat upright on your bed sputtering, contemplating the info Drak had delivered quickly while slowing down and becoming calmer. You also wondered where she was now; looking around, you realize you're in an underground wing of a hospital, gazing to try and find others; and although you saw a lot of beds that looked like they'd been used recently, you didn't see anyone in a single bed except you, and drew up a conclusion that she was likely skilled at healing too which led to the release of the patients. Confident and grateful for her adeptness which probably led to his recovery, he looked around some more when he saw a snoring female on a desk covered with drool and froze. This must be his sister! They looked alike in a multitude of ways, sharing many facial features; indeed, he could accept this was his sister, especially how he noted, much to his own embarassment, that she snored just the way he did, and he knew because Drak had once taperecorded his snoring. She looked young; likely around 16 and a half and her wings were quite nice, as they were a shimmering gold and white that gently sparkled like a cloak of stars and star dust shining through a white galaxy. You wondered what Wevyn looked like. You wondered why you weren't... ahh. 'turned on,' and you decided for this to be the ultimate fact of your siblinghood, as this girl was obviously quite pretty and ifhe was her brother, he wouldn't be attracted to her. Youalso noticed she was about medium height and, oddest of all, her hair was pink and blue, and that you were officially shocked and creeped by the combination of it all.
Ahh... This was all too much infromation for you to handle. You decide by the darkness of the room that the lights aren't on and it must be night. You reasoned to go back to sleep for now, and you thought it was quite good reasoning, so you did. Drakreanor, noticing that you were truly asleep instead of unconscious, sighed heavily and decided to get something to eat. He hoped that a herd of something had stopped by, as he was quite hungry.
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