Wings Of The Darkside

The Dying Dragon's Visit

I was out of it by week 4. I hadn't died yet but I could feel it slowly creeping up on me. My infections were worse and the cold metal no longer seemed to be cold. I started hallucinating as I could have sworn it was real. It was a large black dragon, beautiful as he could be. He had mane,like that of what some of the elders called a lion. Long and straight down his neck was black hair with red like blood tips. His red eyes were pure as his wings had red on the bottoms. He had a saber like tail, just like mine only it had but only one blade of fire. As he got closer, I realized that it was all wrong. His hair was brown and was more ragged altough,it was still very pretty. One of his eyes was red and the other was blue. His saber was divided as his body was still black and red. I then recognized it. Every person had a counter part that was one of us. Although, when something happened to that person, the dragon would step in and take the hit,therefore protecting their counter human. The dragon snapped me from my thoughts as he put a large paw on my shoulder. I looked up at him and realized just who had came. It was Anakins dragon. But he had died long ago by the stories! He had ran off, sensing that there was something wrong with his counter! But here he was, better than what the legend told of. He smiled softly "Dont be scared Dracen. Don't give in to the dark." But the First Order was my home...I felt like they needed me there. He smiled and nudged me like a brother would "Calm yourself. Rescue or capture will arriving soon. Rest, for what you find may suprise you." This made no freaking sense!! Capture and rescue are not the same thing! Before I could even ask him a question him, he had vanished. I was panicking. What did he mean?! Was I going to be hurt? Was I going to be saved? Who knows....I was so scared....