Chapter Seven: Dream

Siannon walked through the cave calling out Asha’s name without any real hope. The dragon’s absence in her mind was proof enough that she was gone. Siannon walked through the front of the cave and gazed in horror across the field at her castle.

Dylan’s Treasure looked as if it had stood unattended for a thousand years. The roofs on the towers and buildings had collapsed, and vines covered the stone walls. This vision was an impossibility; she had walked this same path the day before, and the castle looked as it always had.

Concluding that she must be experiencing a horrible dream, she tried to levitate, a skill she had employed in the past when she realized she was in a dream. She didn’t budge, however, much to her frustration. She pulled a hair out of her head and felt a sharp pain.

If she wasn’t in a dream, then she needed to find help. Since the castle was clearly abandoned, the first place she thought of was the cathedral. Siannon held out hope that she would find Father Antonio there. Siannon felt a pang of guilt in seeking him out. He had offered many times to help counsel her through her grief, but she refused his attempts to help. If she found him, the first thing she would do is apologize.

As she walked toward the cathedral, a cold rain began to fall, sending shivers throughout her body. This didn’t feel like a dream at all.