((A/N: My apologies for the delay in the updating. I have been very busy with college work and coursework. Here is the next chapter in my story. I think the story will soon be nearing its end. Enjoy. Please R/R. I love all comments.))

Chapter 5: "Dreams of War, Dreams of Liars, Dreams of Dragons' Fire"

The rain pelted down into the drain, its gurgling sounding like a ocean wave breaking beneath the pathway. Slowly, the darkened figure appeared from the shadows. Lifting his head up, the figure touched his blue plume on his head, before continuing his solitary walk towards the centre of town. Suddernly, he felt a presence behind him. Spining round, his fists clenched, he turned to see nothing. A newspaper blowing about, drenched, its ink blotched. The Avian truned back round and continued his walk. He walked a little further and down a alleyway. A voice called his name.

"Falcooooo…." The female voice echoed sweetly. The Avian froze, not believing his hearing. He continued walking but the voice called again.

"Falcooooo….". This time, the avian stopped and looked all around him, his eyes fixed as he clenched his feathery hand into a fist again.

"Falcooooo…. why did you leave me, Falco." The soothing voice asked.

"You're dead!! Leave me alone!!" Falco ran towards the end of the alleyway, but was pushed back by an invisible force and fell to the floor. He looked up and around him. He saw nothing, nothing but the fine grey smoke from the houses around the alleyway.

"You just don't learn do you, featherbrain.!" The voice now became very familiar, and its sound made the Avian ache and almost feel sick.

"What do you want?!" he asked, his voice breaking up. For a few seconds there was no reply. Finally, a figure appeared in the mist. A slender figure, but one much shorter than the Avian. The smoke cleared and from the smoke appeared a beautiful pink feline.

"Katt!" Falco splurged out, tears in his eyes. A small smile was the his reward for his naivety. He looked at her beautiful figure, each curve of her body seemed to show off her beauty even more, her black jump-suit glistening in the dull light.

"But… but… your dead. I saw you go down!" Falco asked, mesmerised by her presence and beauty. The pink feline simply giggled but stared coldly at the Avian. Slowly, she started to move towards him. Her eyes fixed on him and began to glow a crimson red as she neared him

Startled, Falco backed away from her advances,

"What do you want!", he shouted, scared by his girlfriend.

"YOU!!" was her icy reply. Suddernly, she lunged towards him as her body disintergrated into a spirit and into his chest. Falco screamed as she tore into him.

He opened his eyes to find up close threads of his carpet, the wing of an model Arwing laying on top of it. He shook his head and stared at the small piece. Slowly grabbing it his held it in his hand, clenching his fist till the sharp wing cut is palm. He flinched and let it drop back next to him. He looked at his palm, it was bleeding steadily. For a time, he just watched it bleed, a small tear fell from his feathery cheek, splashing into the cut, he watched as the tear-drop mixed with his blood. Finally, he decided to get up and nurse his wound. He walked into the en-suite, and looked at himself in the mirror. The reflection of the avian staring back at him was a bird on the urge of breaking and going under. He studied his face and saw huge bags under his eyes, paying tribute to his sleepless nights. Crying, praying and hoping for his pink feline to return. He stared at a small artificial rose, jammed between the mirror fixing and the metallic wall. The Avian smiled and remember it origin, turning towards the sink unit again, he saw Katt putting on her make-up, she painted on her lipstick in the mirror, before turning to him and blowing him a big kiss. He reached out his arm, but she melted away before he cold touch her. His eyes displayed his sadness and yet another tear his shed for her. Slowly, he made his way back to his bed and lay their staring at the ceiling. Wishing it all to end.

A knock at the door however signalled the end of his peace.

"WHAT?!" Falco shouted.

"Falco, it's me… Slippy. Just wanted to know how ya feeling?" the voice squeaked back.

"Haven't you got anything else better to do Slipshot? Why don't you go make a machine to change that fucking annoying voice of yours!" Falco snapped back, never one to get on with the green amphibian.

Their came a little whine and a huff from the door and then silence. Falco put his hands behind his head and caught himself smiling from his tormenting of the toad. He quickly wiped the smile from his face however, despising himself from being happy.

"I'll never be happy again. I'll never smile again!" he told himself.

It was night time when Falco finally emerged from his quarters. His hangover gone, he walked into the kitchen to satisfy his hunger. He was welcomed by Peppy in the kitchen, who was busy being mum and prepaing the kits' dinner.

"hey laddie." The ageing hare spoke.

"Hi Pepster" Falco spoke plainly back, "Whats cookin'? "

"Thought we'd have an Curry tonight, is that ok with you? It's very mild."

"Yeah… that's fine." Falco replied as he grabbed a packet of crisps from the cupboard and walked away. Peppy watched him and sighed,

"At least he's talking now" he thought to himself as he cut up the chicken pieces.

Falco walked into the common room and sat in one of the huge chairs. He sunk into it's deep seat and snuggled up to the cushions around him. He stared ahead of him and watched his friends. Bill had obviously come for a visit and was busy battling Slippy on the game console. He looked round the room, small blue marking on the metallic walls where Falco had previously attempted to put female pictures up, much to the discontent and annoyance of Fox who tore them down, creating quite a sour atmosphere between the two for many weeks. Of which Katt, finally had to sort out for them both. Katt, her name kept popping up all the time in Falco's mind and she just wouldn't leave. Attempting to keep his mind occupied again, he looked round the common room again, this time, his focus fell on the two orange vulpines of the sofa, staring endlessly into each others eyes. He eyed the two of them for some time. Their site made his heart sink. He knew that feeling he was witnessing in his best friend, he knew what that attraction for someone felt like, and he was addicted to it. The band feelings returned until finally he had had enough and closed his eyes and drifted into the dream world.

It wasn't long till he heard a voice calling his name again, he dismissed it, not wanting to be caught again by such evil trickery. But the voice continued calling him, it was so close. He could feel her breath, tickling his feathery cheek with each word. He opened his eyes slightly, to find himself still in the common room, but it was empty now. He slowly closed his eyes again, but the voice called his name straight away.

Falco questioned himself, "Am I dreaming?"

He felt a warm set of paws touch his head.