The Dragon's Legacy

Chapter Eighty-Four

The High Tower was even more beautiful in his dreams.

How could it be?

The realm of dreams was the only place Daemion could lay his eyes on High Tower not as where he had once nearly destroyed, but as the place that he belonged, where his mother was born, where she had walked across its halls.

Where it was half of him.

They were always empty in his dreams...

But not tonight.

Daemion could hear sighs...

A sound of a lullaby.

Daemion followed the lullaby... It took him all around the High tower until it reached to the very chamber where Rhaella resided in, in the land of awake...

Daemion's heart began to race but yet he calmly walked into the large chamber...

There sat Rhaella on a couch in front of a mirror with an older look on her face with another woman older but yet too youthful woman of perhaps thirty, with long raven black hair and emerald eyes, attended to Rhaella's hair with the softest of all smiles as she softly hummed the lullaby as she wrapped the silver hair of Rhaella in her elegant hands.

How she was beautiful...

Just as he remembered.

Lana had never lied or wrong.

She did look like her. As a soul would find a new vessel to inhabit. A shared face and a shared soul. The same gentle soul...

The two did not notice him, and he was more than fine with it.

Daemion eyes never left the sight of his beloved Rhaella and his mother... But they were when the door he had entered from was opened intensely with cheerful yell of what was expected least...

"Mother!" A boy and girl called as they ran inside followed by a calmer but younger boy who stood tall.

But they did not run toward his mother.

They ran toward Rhaella.

"My beloveds." Rhaella smiled and embraced the two of them.

The small boy that was in her arms bore ashen-snowy hair, but t he girl was silver-haired with dark emerald eyes.

But the younger boy bore golden blond hair and green eyes with a calm and unreadable face, which was too mature for his age.

Rhaella raised her head from the girl and boy in her arms and looked at the younger and more serious-natured boy and smiled as she brought her hand forward as she spoke with a voice dripping of affection for one's flesh and blood.

"Otto... Come to Mother." Said Rhaella. "Don't you wish for an embrace just as your brother and sister?"

The younger boy slowly walked toward her but walked past his older siblings, and it was Ceryse who ran her hand in the younger's boy golden blond hair and smiled as she picked him up and sat him on her lap.

"It is beautiful... Is it not?" A voice questioned.

Daemion quickly turned around, his eyes sharply looking for the source of the voice but it was eternal darkness around him...

Daemion turned around but there was nothing but darkness.

Daemion turned around to meet the shape of his daughter and his mother, but yet darkness had replaced them...

Suddenly Daemion felt as the beneath of his feet disappear and he began to fall and he screamed a silent scream until his voice and eyes were gone...

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