Dreams of Fire

Destruction. Fire. The whole world burns. Spirits scream, then fall silent. Everything is silent. No whisper of wind, no wail from the distance. No rustle of leaves. No smell of Green. No smell of Other. Just silence, and nothingness. As the world was, and as it should be. A lone figure lies on the barren ground. It is an elf one moment, but seems more human the next. Then, it is a dragon, scales dull and grey. The ever changing figure lies still, and silently. It sleeps deeply, the silence, the lack of scents, the lack of anything, allowing it to truly sleep for the first time. The silence continues, and the figure sleeps on.

Te'Nala's eyes snap open. Her ears perk, and rotate, listening for sounds. Her nose scrunches. There, the smell of Green from Tomah, the sound of his breathing. The wail of a far off spirit. A dream, just a dream.. What does it mean?She silently stares at the ceiling. He said any of my dreams would be my own. But that didn't feel like my own.. Should I wake him?She watches him sleeping, and sighs. No use waking him now.. I'll tell him in the morning..

Te'Nala snuggles again her large husband, and soon loses herself to the land of dreams once more.