Toothless pov

It was dark as always in my dreams. I would stumble around this black scape looking for anything, anyone. Then it hit me. I was alone.

As far as I could tell I could not fly or ever light a fire to warm myself. I would claw at the ground, throw myself at nothing to see if there was anything to break. But nothing ever broke because nothing was ever there and nothing ever would be.

Though this night it was colder than usual. It reeked of death and the ever present feeling of being lost and alone.

The worst of it was that I felt as if I was dipped in blood. I know it was blood because of the nauseating metallic scent. It drove me Insane because I couldn't identify who's it was. It was on my claws limbs and worst of all in my mouth. I couldn't get the feeling of it being there out of my head, off my tongue, and on my hands. But tonight that was not the only thing amiss.

"What it this? Something's wrong with me!" I whispered shakily to the endless black void. My will gave out and like my soul my mind and body shattered to the ground. I felt numb but, the cakey feeling of the blood only seemed to weigh me down like lead even more.

Up until this point I had been thrashing around mindlessly, trying to get the blood off. I hadn't been able to make a coherent thought since I had entered my dream plane. I think I've actually managed to get a few bruises, be it from the thrashing around and slamming into the ground or from me clawing and scraping at myself begging for it to wash away with my tears.

Tears

I began to sing a song I heard once.

Cry me a river and I'll sail away. Cry me an ocean I'll drown today. If you're lucky I'll drift off away. You'll never see me again, another lucky day. It's a simple price to pay. Just cry me a river and I'll sail away.

"Something's wrong with me…" I breathed out.

'You're almost right about that!' A voice breathed out happily.

"What?" I croaked. No one's ever here besides me. This was my dark hobble of a mind anyway.

'You heard me. Something is amiss. Not you in particular. Thought something grand! Something...how you say...sinister.' It continued. "That blood you taste...do you wish to know who's it is?

With the tone of the voice, I knew I didn't want to. "No." I hissed out. I began to feel a slow sharp pain inch it's way into my body near my heart. It was cold like metal and came with all the sting of a blade.

A bone freezing cackle followed as I began to wail and writhe with my little strength.

I felt if possible, weaker.

'Does it matter, whose it is?'

No, I guess not. Not unless it's her's. If it is I hope to die here never knowing.

'You'll know soon enough. Know this Loriel, this is a progection of fate. Now sit like a good dragon and take what you're about to get.'

Right as the voice finished an unspeakable pain overwhelmed my senses. It was as if millions of tiny needles had worked their way past my maze scales and into my already broken soul. Though through all of this I saw a brilliant light. The first ever in my dream scape and It's the first I've heard that name in years. And because of these simple things I cherished it the feeling of me being ripped apart and reconstructed.

"Thank you." I whispered.

'Trust me kid, this is all for me'

I must have forgotten that part when I woke up.