I had recently taken up deep focus. During the night, while I would be alone, I would focus as hard as I possibly could. There was nothing more than me. I was stuck alone in my mind, practicing my concentration. When I went deep enough, I would pull free memories, and other times I would just end up pulling memories I don't even remember experiencing. But I obviously did, indeed, have the memory. This boggled my mind, making me think deeply about these memories when I came back into the world of reality. I could barely think compared to what I could see. The memory fog was beginning to clear slightly, and I could see the memories of my human form.
Memories of my life before hand, and I could barely grasp their meaning. The two memories of who I was fought, and clashed, screaming for my attention. The internal conflict would leave me weak, and I would fall backwards after exhaling a form of fire. It was only a few sparks, and never was it acknowledged by Midnight. I continued to wonder where I was, moving further and further through the process of exploring the void of my mind.
One half of the memories was a massive king, surrounded by gold in a cave, sleeping in a glorious bath of molten stone with a beautiful and wise queen loyally by my side, and others were of me, playing in the woods and near a cave that lit up with amazing rainbows of pure color. I would hear a voice whispering too me from beyond the fog, and the fog would fight to keep it away. The voice told me I was here to do great things, and that I was no mere child. It told me I was here for a greater purpose, and then, I would burst open, throwing up fire and coughing as the scar on my chest shined and glowed softly.
The biggest shocker for me was the fact that I could breathe fire if I did this mind searching. I knew this had something to do with the scar, because it was glowing. I would focus on making the scar stay glowing and ready to show me the reason I was here. The fog would return and hide it from me, thus destroying any chance I had at holding on to my memory. It would always drag me back to the point where I could barely think about the memories without getting a headache, so I resorted to writing as quickly as I could in my notebook. When I went back to read it, it would be nothing but chicken scratch and words I never could have understood in a language I didn't understand.
Midnight picked up on my distress, almost as if she expected something like this.
"There's someone who's been dying to meet you, Savra." She was smiling, moving her wing down so I could climb onto her back. I did so, as gently as I could after figuring out that dragons have very sensitive wings. I tested this on Midnight a few times while she was sleeping, and after, I had a bruise the size of a branch. She did not like to be pet on her wings. I still had a bruise the size of a branch on my lower torso.
I clung to her spines and held my blanket over my head like I was a wary traveler. She took off flying as quickly as she could. We soared over the volcano and it's burning searing heat, making me choke on my breath, unable to breathe. We flew over the lake, flying over jagged stones, and we flew to a strange looking type of citadel, large and spacious crevices split to reveal dozens of strange bipedal dogs, like the ones I had seen the days before my arrival.
They were wearing chains, connected to each others hind paw. This concerned me to the point I stored it in my question vault, where I put all my unanswered questions about this strange world. We flew over dozens of crevices and beaches with similar set ups, until we finally reached the assumed destination at the bottom of the volcano. A massive cave mouth, larger than anything I could have ever imagined. It lead into an even larger mountain, taller than mount Everest. It looked as if it was trying to claw it's way off the planet. It was easy to intimidate me at this point as we headed into the mouth of the cave. I could barely see the ceiling it was so high, giving me the sense of being an ant. My hands shook slightly, and I became frightened as we made our way further into the darkness of the cave.
By the time we flew into the darkness, it might as well have been night outside the cave. There was no longer any light in the cave, and the only thing that kept me from bursting into fearful tears as we flew was the fact that if I did anything but cling to her spines, surely I would fall to my death and perish. The image of this trip being so much shorter than I could have thought blew through my mind, being able to walk this length in less than 15 minutes. Everything was so small. so tiny compared to the flash of my mind. I would be extra careful not to hit my head or step on any of the younger dragons below me. The flash of memory seemed to disappear, and I was left alone with the blinking darkness. I swore I saw something, a sort of glowing light in the darkness. It was a faint orange, and the heat began to swelter me. I coughed and closed my eyes.
There was a strange liquid poured on top of my head, and I was able to not only breathe, but the room was cooler than I remembered. I almost shivered. There was a massive and quite honestly, horrifyingly large monster of a dragon, bathing in at least a mile deep pool of lava. A pool was empty besides her. She slowly moved her head towards the approaching insect sized projectile that we were. My mind began to burn. She laid her head down so she could see us, her eye literally narrowing to a pinpoint to see me. And I thought midnight was massive, but she paled in comparison to this dragoness.
"My lordess, this is the being of mysterious arrival of which you have been asking to see!" She pulled me off her back by wrapping her tail around my waist and nudging me closer to the massive beast. moved her massive claws down, and delicately lifted me up, and I was sure that she would crush me if Midnight were not there. I was held by the back of my blanket, which was lifted above my head as I clung to it. I was lifted miles within seconds, it felt. I could not stand the pressure of the height and the situation and let out a choked sop. She took on a much smaller and much more friendly form for me. She slowly shrank to the size of Midnight, looking down at me with a look of great interest.
"So... You're what's to become the great Savra?" She eyed me with a look of amazement and skepticism, swatting at my sides with her tail, and examining my body. I stood straight and tall, looking upon her with a growing sense of love. From where I knew not. "You had to choose such a weak form, my love? How is this supposed to do anything to save our people and kind from the imminent threats?"
A voice broiled past my lips that was not mine, and a mind that was not my own sliced through the fog.
"It's not my fault that the form the universe chose was weak."