"What is this place." I said as I looked out over a plain where all I could see was what looked like ruins of an old city covered and mostly hidden by a vast forest of fog.

     "I don't know but I think it may be a dream," said a voice over in the distance. It sounded familiar but yet something was off as if it were the dragon. "I mean it would make sense. Just look to your left."

      Slowly I turned my head, and in the distance I saw a vast green form appear from the fog and look down at me. It took me a second to realize it was the dragon. For he stood strong like a warrior facing down an army, but in his eyes there was sorrow like he had lost everything he had ever loved or cared about. Yet I saw a spark. A light of some sort. A last glimmering ray of light in his eyes. That someday he would find peace.

       "How are you standing here. I mean it has been over eight years since I learned about you and never had I had a dream where we both stood before each."

      "I don't know, but, no it can't be yet."

       "What can't it be"

       "No it can't be"

      "Oh he won't tell you." And we both turned to see a man coming from the fog. He wore a green robe with random patches of different colors which I realized was different colors of dragon scales. I heard a roar or a hiss coming from the dragon, then I realized who he was. "He has a way of doing that you know. I remember the first time we meet." Said the man I knew to be Drake the murderer of dragons.

      Rrrrroooooaaaarrrrrr. An deafening sound bellowed across the land making the ground shake. Knocking me to my knees, yet Drake stood their with a smile on his face. "How did you get here!" Roared the dragon.

     "Oh the all mighty dragon doesn't know how I got here, yet here I am." In that second the dragon charged, yet Drake stood still. When the dragon was about to strike. Poff! The Dragon disappeared in a cloud of fog.

     "What did you do to the dragon."

     "Oh I just thought us humans could talk under the white flag."

     "Oh so you want to surrender."

     "No the true meaning of a white flag is to symbolize negotiations."

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     "Okay if you surrender now I won't let the dragon kill you."

     "You do remind me of him."

     "Who?

     "You may of heard of him from the dragon, Thomas. He was my best friend, he was my brother."

      "No he couldn't be your brother"

     "Oh not in the sense of us having the same mom. But in the sense that we were so close after....."

     I noticed his tone in voice change then his head lower ever so slightly. "After what."

      "After my parents and my village were murdered." A tone of anger replaced the sadness. "Oh not by any dragon, but by the king of a nearby kingdom, he sought to win a war against our king. I was one of the few survivors. So I with the few other survivors went to the king and told our story. Our king was actually a good, fair, and just king. Once we finished explaining our story he ordered some of his personal carriages to take us to one of the closer villages."

     "So your village was attacked and then you get to move to another one. Where does your crazy hatred of dragon's come from?"

     "Oh the truth is I was once a great friend of the dragons. I even took the name of drake to honor them."

      "Oh so obviously, you just kill them then take some of their scales to make a robe. because you just want to be closer to them."

       "Mock me as you will but you have no ideas of the sins the dragons have committed. Especially against your blood young Jager.

        “What sins do you speak of. I think you are blinded by your own sins.”

       Then the fog started to swirl around us like a tornado then light appeared from all around the fog then I heard voices of kids screaming. then it stopped and before me stood a house beautiful in design. for it was nothing to big or too small but it was big enough.

       Then I heard Drake speak again “This is the life I will offer you young Jager, not because I fear you, but for the blood that flows through your veins.”

       KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

     I heard a continuous knock on what seemed like a door. Then came the two little voices, one male the other female. “Mommy, Daddy is home.”

       KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

    “Think of my offer well for this is the last and final chance for surrender.” came Drake’s voice.

       KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

    Then the door opened and I saw the man knocking. he looked familiar like a face I knew from a dream. then a form ran by me it was not the size of a child but of an adult. the form wrapped around the man, only then did I realize that it was “Mommy”. I saw a weird moment when her head was right at his chest where his chin rested perfectly on the top of her head

   Then she spoke three words that brought me to my knees for i recognized the voice and the man now. “Welcome home Seth.” For the voice belonged to………