It's dark, I try moving my legs and arms nothing happens. My body feels weird.

  *DING

  Hatch? why would I be hatching. Wait when did I fall asleep. I remember slave pen, females and death.

  I want to get out of this dark place but between the darkness and cold that I can feel now seeping into this place; It is difficult to choose. I think about questions that have been bothering me.

  What is a wyrm? How come I havn't heard of it. Also why am I cold. I shouldn't feel the cold. I am unsure but I know I was never cold again after that time.

  What time? Am I going madness?

  Slowly the hours past on as I think about my dilema but my mind is slowing down with the decrease in temperature. I attempted to use [status info] but I received.

  All I can do is wait. I think about what I remembered and know about myself. I woke in a cage with two women. thats check. I also got a weird memory with screams of help and a man pinned to a throne. I believe, I can fairly accept that the man is deeply related to me. However, I have yet to compare my appearance against his. Also beady eyes mentioned a ruin. Now I wished I was not lost to my bloodlust and questioned them more. Nothing I can do about it now. I am sure, I can find something among the shitty loot.

  *DING

  Lets get this show on the way.

  Exiting the egg, I find a white wash background filled with snow. I have no idea why I was here. But I think this is becoming an usually occurance. The cold of this place is burning and unbearable. I looked around and realized I am at the bottom of a mountain. Thick white trees surround the bottom in a semi-circle. I need to find food and shelter quickly. These days, I always seem to be in need of both. I try making it to the trees for cover while draging my egg just in case it has more uses. It is hard with only two hide legs and front wings. My new limbs were weak which made walking a trial. After stumbling countless times, I finally got to the tree line.

  Phew, I need a break. &*$*%* this cold.

  Snap

  I slowly turn around. there are two wolves looking at me like meat. I don't think I can take them presently. I flipping my egg over and I begin to hide.

  I have been hiding for sometime now. two or maybe three hours. I can't tell in this darkness. I think getting eaten by a wolf is a sad way to go. I try sensing if the coast is all clear.

  *DING

  Nice I feel my senses automatically extend out. But my joy was short lived. The wolves were still there. And so I waited and waited. I don’t know how long it took for them to leave. I was cold and hunger at the end. I felt weak, my body barely responded to my demands to move.

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  I should sleep to conserve energy. Once I have enough, I will hunt.

  So I slept and slept. Days passed then weeks, eventually I woke. The cold was worse now. The longer I was awake the more energy was rapidly depleting. How do I find food in this wasteland. If this is a dream maybe I won’t need food. Although it feels too real to be a dream. I decided to see where this dream goes. I wonder if there is a lesson here. I found I can’t bring the eggshell with me.

  Heading out, over the snow covered forest was a energy draining process. I was small enough to hide behind rocks and in shrubs. I think I was about 60 cm long from snout to tail. And Dark brown with wings for front legs. The perfect picture of a hatchling. While I was hiding in one of the many shrub, I found on my journey.

  *thump

  *thump

  I heard light footsteps. Immediately my lizard brain thought food. Poking out from the shrub, I saw a 4 feet horned rabbit. Mm I think I can take it.

  It's just a rabbit and I'm a dragon. Launching myself at it with jaws open, I was rudely smacked away by its front paw. What the ….

  The horned rabbit proceeded to stomp me senseless for a few minutes. Then Giving me one last distasteful look it hopped away.

  With my snout resting in the snow. I thought about what the dream was supposed to show. All I could feel was angry. Angry at this cold place, angry at my weak and fragile body, and angry at having no memories. I am cold and hungry.

  I shouted out “what the #%^6 am I doing here”

  Appearing in front of me is the same familiar man from the throne.

  He kneeled “you're here to remember your anger, the cold and despair. I am you from a different time. I am the sealed memories and emotions” he touched my snout and said “remember, your despair.” Suddenly I was enveloped by darkness.

  I felt my bones break. I felt my life slowly ebbing away. The pain was heartbreaking. I wanted to scream “is this all I am, is my fate merely to be food” but the cold numb my lungs.

  I was in pain for long I forgot myself. Time became infinite. I was fragmented and insane. I Cursed life itself for trapping me in this cage of pain. I begged and bargained for death yet no release came. I don't know when the pain stopped or when sanity returned.

  I was back in the snow covered wasteland. I heard his voice talking. “ our life was never easy. We fought one battle after another. Always alone, but eventually we founded a kingdom. That however is a story for another memory. What you just experienced was our lifetime of despair. It is our cloak. The endless dream is more than a sword. It's the name of a skill we created. To dream about the different lives we could have. We could almost say we had dreamed 100 lifetimes.”

  He turned and faced me

  “It's time to remember a few skills and the beasts of this world"

  * DING

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