The Dragon Knight
That’s when you wake up; a black dragon was sleeping next to you. The dragon was scaled in delicate black shields, not much thicker than a human fingernail. From every place possible were sharp claw-like projections. They lay down his spine and from the edges of his wings which gives a frightening looking. You leaned against the black dragon, and the image of your family kept flashing into your mind. And you felled in a deep sleep until you heard a voice that came from your head.
“Welcome back master,” the dragon murmured. The dragon’s mouth did not move. The voice came straight to your head.
“Who are you?” I paused, “are you calling me master?” I was surprised that I am not afraid of the black dragon and having a conversation with it.
“Oh wait for a second,” the black dragon replied. It closed its eyes, and a tiny light ball came out of her forehead and flesh into your forehead. Two memories fleshed into your brain.
“Welcome back master,” the dragon murmured. The dragon’s mouth did not move. The voice came straight to your head.
“Who are you?” I paused, “are you calling me master?” I was surprised that I am not afraid of the black dragon and having a conversation with it.
“Oh wait for a second,” the black dragon replied. It closed its eyes, and a tiny light ball came out of her forehead and flesh into your forehead. Two memories fleshed into your brain.