Lance stood; he was in a gray, foggy plain. He started to back up, but he noticed that the plain was endless. And he was all alone. Suddenly, Drakkus appeared. Lance ran, and reached under his shirt for his amulet. It was gone. Then, from the fog on his right, sprang Libris, but his energy was out of balance one more, and, as with Drakkus, was behind the young boy. Lance didn't know how he was still ahead of them, but he wasn't complaining. Then, of all of the abrupt things that could have happened, the prophets swarmed in front of him. He was alone, no Artha, no Moordryd, no Dad, no anybody!

Lance yelled as he crashed to the floor. Moordryd shot straight up at the noise, though in reality a pin drop could wake up the teen. Moordryd groped for the light and pressed down on the top of the small disk. A dark violet glow filled the room, revealing Lance on the floor instead of on the sleeping mat he used, which was perched on some crates. Lance continued shaking, muttering, "Alone, all alone…" over and over again. Decepshun looked at the young boy and at a nod of approval from Moordryd and at the consent of Fracshun, gently bit down on the back of Lance's collar and lifted him up next to Moordryd.

The older rubbed the younger's back absentmindedly, and started talking to the two dragons, "That's the fifth nightmare this week. And it's the fifth night of the week!"

Moordryd grabbed his things and went to get dressed, "Keep an eye on him; we're heading back to the stables."

Artha's jaw dropped, "Another one?" Moordryd nodded as they lifted the boy onto his bed. As Artha tucked Lance in, he glanced at Moordryd, "Thanks."

"Huh?" Moordryd looked up in shock, "First you're yelling at me, now it's thanking me? Hero, you have mood-swing issues."

Artha struggled with himself for a minute then said, "I'm a little jealous alright?" He sighed, "I mean, you have a right to be close to Lance too, you're as much his bro as me, and, well, when it comes to boosters you are his partner."

Moordryd gave a slim smile, "And the thanks?"

"Easy Payyn, you brought him back here." Artha walked over to the fridge and tossed Moordryd a Dragon-Ade, and then grabbed one for himself, "You knew to bring him home."

Moordryd nodded and sipped the drink. Both boys sat in silence, forming an unspoken truce. Suddenly Moordryd's head snapped up.

"What?" asked Artha. Moordryd looked like he was deep in thought, which was a good thing, usually.

The pale boy looked at Artha, "Didn't your dad say he sensed Drakkus? And Arrmeggadonn?"

"Yeah. Where are you going with this?"

Moordryd nodded, a smirk gracing his features, "What else did he say?"

Artha's eyes widened, "That that kind of power isn't learned, it's hereditary, and that when he was younger…"

"It would come encrypted in dreams!" finished Moordryd. "Now I get it! Lance being alone was his own subconscious, and its way of telling him something, but the rest was a predomination! Oh scales."

Both teens felt grim. This was not good. It meant that the Prophets were almost out of the track, that Rivett had found Libris, and that Drakkus would soon be back.

Both boys groaned and collapsed down on their respective beds. Scales indeed.