Always Chasing Stars

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  Hiii! I've been super excited for this chapter. Shit gets SERIOUS!! LMK if y'all like it. Plz!!! I'm desperate to have someone comment on here. Like, if I was on stage telling jokes and you guys aren't laughing. That's how it feels in some aspect. If it isn't too much trouble.

  Here's the CHAPTER!!!

  TW: trashyratman, angrysnekboi, cursing, fighting, burning, violence in general

Roman's POV

  I walked further into the imagination, thinking about how what I was about to do would completely fail the instant I tried.

  I really didn't understand why a dragonwitch's tear was necessary. They were awful and rabid creatures. How would that help in an Awakening Potion. Even if what Logan told me to do was going to work, there was still a chance it would fail.

  As I looked down at my feet, a branch grew from the ground and slowly wrapped around my leg; my subconscious must have some control over the imagination, along with my emotions. This was evident proof as the branch tightened slightly and  the imagination slowly felt colder, as if it knew something I didn't.

  I reached a reasonable distance into the imagination and stopped. I took a breath and closed my eyes, imagining a cage about the size of a dragonwitch and then the dragonwitch inside of it. Its angry face staring at me through the bars barely eight feet away.

  I was was startled by a sudden rush of hot stinking air. The dragonwitch was in the cage and absolutely was not happy about it. It was different than I had imagine it.

  Instead of the angry red scales, murderous yellow eyes, a solid rigde of spikes along it's spine, it was very different.

  Replacing those features: obsidian black eyes, white sandy-yellow scales and a pale orange underbelly. A black tongue that was split like a snakes, the skin between it's wings were also pale orange. A lot of spikes protruded from it's spine, much like a porcupine's back.

  It was awful looking. Its breath stank of dead things and rotten flesh. Compared to me it was large. If I was capable of safely standing next to it, I would have only reached up to her shin. It looked female due to its narrow snout, if that was correct.

  I walked closer to her and reached my hand up to the bars. Instantly she snapped at my hand. I quickly pulled my hand back and this seemed to aggravate her. This was absolutely insane. Why should I listen to that nerd anyways? He has no sense of imagination. How would he know what the hell would or wouldn't work?

  I turned away from her and crossed my arms, as if ignoring her would make this whole quest disappear. But then Patton slowly crept into my mind. How much he needed us right now. What would happen, if he never woke up again? What would happen to us?

  To Thomas?

  I turned around and gave her a grumpy look. She looked like her name would be something beautiful but incriminating. Like, Sheniqua? No, something deadlier. Well, something less deadly and more lazy because I don't have time.

  "I shall name you.......Mulan!" She gave me a rather confused look. I myself was feed up with how long this was taking.

  But then her confusion boiled into anger and soon, I realized, I had a sword in my hand and she was growling.

  I didn't summon a sword! WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE A SWORD!??

  I threw it to the side and she relaxed a bit. Even subconsciously I couldn't see the good in her obsidian eyes. I slowed my breathing and focused my mind. I imagine her weeping. Her cage gone but she was calm and full of sorrow. As soon as I heard the sound of huffing I opened my eyes and saw she was, in fact, crying. She was a heaving mess on the ground, her talons covering her face as she wept.