Longish chapter with a vagueness about it.

I'll sa-

Cain, just shut up and say what I told you and Wolf to say.

Fine. 'Jacy, Wolf, and I have decided to leave Fanfic-'

What the hell are you talking about? Who told you to say that?

Me, sorry, felt like messing with people.

Right, whatever, say what I actually told you to say.

'Donating six cents to UNICEF will provide one child with water.'

'It's pocket change and goes to a good cause.'

'Make a difference and donate money and-'

'Have a Happy Halloween!'

Okay, on with the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the copyrighted things I use, I do however own my OCs and this story.

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Chapter 21: Dream or Glimpse of the Future?

When Blane awoke, he found himself lying in the room he and Talea had taken the night before. He had his wings wrapped around her and she was curled up against his underbelly. He had a bite wound on his left shoulder from where Talea had bitten him last night. (Put two and two together people, and if you can't you'll know why she bit him in the Extra/Extended Chapters that we'll post later. Heh heh. Cain! Shut up and let them read!) He looked down at her with a small pang of regret, knowing that he might not come back from wherever Ragnarok was residing. He pulled her closer and laid his head down next to hers, content to just lie there and wait until she woke up.

You'll come back from the battle, I'll make sure of it, he heard Cain's voice say inside his head.

"No one can fight fate Cain," he said softly, "Not even you."

There was no answer from Cain and Blane closed his eyes, beginning to fall into a deep slumber once more.

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Blane found himself standing in a beautiful clearing surrounded by large trees. In the middle of it he saw a silverish-grey and gold egg. He walked over to it and when he reached it, it began to hatch. The egg began to crack and then it broke into two separate pieces and sitting in its place was a silverish-grey hatchling with a gold underbelly and wing membranes. The dragon began to age until it looked like it was about, maybe, five years old. The dragonet then looked up at him and he saw its eyes were amber; the same color as Talea's, and the young dragon he'd met briefly, Dex.

Suddenly a large black hand reached out of the ground and grabbed the hatchling, which cried out in fear and pain. Recovering quickly, Blane shot a blast of white fire at the hand, but it barely did anything. Aggravated, he tried again but this time it didn't even make a mark.

When he realized he couldn't do a thing, he heard a very familiar voice cry out, "Dextran!"

He turned around to see a familiar-looking dragoness with a mixture of fear and fury in her eyes. Her scales were light-blue, and so were her wing membranes, while her underbelly and wing fingers were a darker blue. She looked like an adult, but Blane widened his eyes in shock as realization began to set in. It was Talea; or, at least, an adult Talea.

He watched as she charged at the young dragonet being held in the air by the giant shadow hand. By this time he'd passed out, as his life force was slowly drained out of him. As she ran, Talea began to cover herself in water before it hardened into ice. She was still able to move and she collided with the shadow hand, causing it to let go of the dragonet and it fell to the ground. Its silverish-grey scales had darkened to black, but his wing membranes and underbelly were still gold and there were two golden, starburst-like patches on the shoulders of both of his forelegs.

The hand faded to nothing and Talea let the ice form she had turn back to water before it began to turn back into water vapor. She walked over to where the young dragonet lay on his side, unconscious and barely breathing. She picked it up gently and placed it on her back, between her two wing joints. Blane stared at her, unable to believe what he was seeing.

He saw her look up to the sky, a tear running down her cheek, and say in a voice barely above a whisper, "Blane, you told me you would come back…Where are you?"

"I'm here, Talea," Blane said softly, looking at her. She wasn't able to hear him and began to walk into the forest, back to wherever she had come from. He tried to follow her, but suddenly everything turned black.

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Blane opened his eyes and found he was back in the room he and Talea were sleeping in. His head was still next to hers, but this time he saw that she was awake.

"Good morning," she said, kissing him lightly.

"It always is when I see you," he said softly, kissing her back. She noticed the bite wound on his shoulder and immediately felt regretful.

"I'm sorry for-" she started to say but Blane cut her off with another kiss.

"Don't worry about it," he said, pulling away with a smile on his face, "I'd gladly do it over and over again, if every time it was with you."

She smiled as well and the two of them stood up and stretched before hopping off of the bed. They opened the door and walked out, the door shutting behind them. Blane wrapped his wing around Talea and she snuggled closer to him, intertwining her tail with his, and the two made their way to Ignitus' study. When they reached it they found Cain sleeping peacefully on the floor of the study near the hourglass, a book lying open in front of him.

Curious, the two walked silently over to it to see what the dragon had been looking at. When they reached him and saw the page on the book, they could barely hold back gasps of surprise. It was still open to the picture of Athkor and his family. There was a caption at the bottom of the picture that read: Athkor, son of Cain and Traeia. Rhana, daughter of Enakai and Ailana. Grace, daughter of Athkor and Rhana. Aiden, son of Athkor and Rhana.

"Cain…has a son," Blane said softly, in disbelief.

"And grandchildren," Talea added quietly.

"I was as surprised as you two are," they heard Cain say and they quickly spun around to see the large red dragon looking at them, still lying down but his head held up.

"You didn't know you had a son and grandchildren?" Blane asked, recovering quickly.

"I thought my son was dead, I had no idea he was still alive until last night," Cain said, a small smile on his face, "let alone that he'd started a family of his own."

"Y-you're smiling," Blane said, a bit surprised.

"So?" Cain said, still smiling.

"You never smile unless you're about to fight someone you see as a challenge, you have a prank planned, or you intend to, or already have, hurt someone." Blane said.

"Well now I'm happy," Cain said, smiling a bit bigger, "I don't feel angry or resentful anymore. It's as if a huge weight is gone off my shoulders."

"Blane, look at the marks on his body," Talea whispered to Blane.

"What about them? They're…" he stopped when he realized that the marks on his body were lighter than they usually were, "lighter."

Cain looked at himself before he looked back at the two of them and said, "I guess I finally broke the hold the Vredranx Ritual had over me."

"Wha-on second thought, never mind," Blane said, shaking his head before looking at Cain with a smile of his own, "I'm glad you're happy."

In his head, he heard Cain say, Dex's room is the second one on the left down the first hallway. He's not alone so I suggest you knock first.

Thanks, Blane thought back, knowing the dragon could hear him. Cain nodded in acknowledgement before lying his head back down.

Blane turned to look at Talea and asked, "C'mon, there's someone here that knows something that I have a feeling Ignitus doesn't want us to know."

"Alright," she said. The two of them walked away from where Cain lay, looking at the picture of his son's family again, and Blane began guiding them towards where Cain had told him where Dex's room was.

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This will be an extended chapter in the Extended/Extra Chapter special I'll post after I finish the story.

Happy Halloween, everyone!

Happy Trick-or-Treating, or, in our case, UNICEFing!

Till next time guys!