The boy who came from my dreams

It's dark. The campfire crackles as I dance around it. My thin black dress twirls around me as I dance and the music pounds in my ears. My grandmother, still young looking and spunky, dances with me. My mother is with us. The moon touches our skin lightly as my grandmother chants above the music. All three of us have our black hair down and each red streak shines with the fire. Soon I see the ancestors of my family each in their time's ceremonial clothing and dancing along with us. The fire rises a bit higher with each ancestor. Eventually the music comes to an end and I stand in front of the fire with my entire family behind me. All of them with a red streak in their hair. As I begin to start the incantation someone walks into the clearing, or rather a something of a someone. A drakonoid. My ancestors begin to disappear so only my mom, grandma, and I were left. The drakonoid shifts back into his human form to taunt us.