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Okay, I’m going to start now. Prepare!

 

Delton Gray stepped forward, eyeing Lord Deathrock from the castle wall. A slave screamed at the hard edge of a whip. He held his breath, tensing.

“Get back to work!” commanded a Roman soldier.

The slave curled up in a ball, putting a hand to the air. “Please…”

Delton watched the cruel scene play out, anger welling up within them. This wasn’t how to treat any person! He made his way down the hallway, when…

“Hello!”

Delton nearly jumped, then relaxed. “Go away, you hallucinations! Oh, I hate this Alsunzer’s syndrome so much!”

The dragon, which was not real yet only a hallucination, smiled and flexed his slender, ruby-red body. He eyed him with a pair of blue eyes, smoke swirling out of his nostrils.

“What?” he snapped.

“I am your dragon, from your dream.” The dragon smiled. “Remember me?”

“Yes, I remember you – and if you let me do my job, I can get that box of rubies!” Delton tried not to be angry. “You are not real, only a little bit of my imagination, so go away… unless you want me to die because of your distraction. And if I die, you die, because you are only a little of imagination, you see.”

The dragon considered his words. “I see. But you better be in your dream in time for Miss Werlog’s meeting.”

And with that, the dragons disappeared as if it had never come.