Chapter13: Dreams

It was getting dark when they finally arrived at the hotel. Lagnok had not stopped talking since they left.

"I can't believe it. Why are they entering the tomb?"

"Well maybe it's like they said," shrugged Megufu gazing again out the window, "Maybe they are genuinely fixing things. It's just a museum after all"

"No…" said Lagnok, "The rule has always been a tradition, and that is that none may enter the tomb. It's supposed to always be that way, the door is never supposed to be opened like that. Its to be seen not touched"

Megufu sighed, "If you're really unhappy about it why don't you ring someone up who can do something about it?"

"You think that might help?"

"You won't know unless you try," nodded Megufu.

The magi-wheel pulled up and Lagnok and Megufu got out. Megufu paid for the taxi and the two of them walked into the hotel that was by no means an expensive one. Lagnok booked a double room where the two of them could sleep and Megufu agreed to help pay even though there was next to nothing left. He was panicking inside like crazy about what he should do about money.

"Thankyou sirs, here are your keycards," said the man at the desk handing them both small red cards.

In the room Lagnok went straight to the phone and started ringing numbers out of an address book.

"Who you going to ring?" asked Megufu looking out of the window. They were on the 2nd floor and he could see magi-wheels passing below. They made quite a bit of noise so he shut the window.

"As many people as I can," replied Lagnok, "I want to make sure what they're doing is legal"

"Ok," said Megufu with a shrug, "I'm going to go out and buy something to eat. Do you want anything?"

"No thankyou," replied Lagnok shaking his head.

Megufu nodded and left the room. Outside on the streets he crossed over and walked a little way down alleyways and passed magi-wheels until he came to a baguette shop. He bought himself a cheap cheese baguette and went on his way eating it down the road. The thing he was very anxious to do was get some new clothes. He needed to change into something different clothes because of the danger that people might recognize them. He got to a shop just in time and bought himself a pair of dark black jeans and a dark purple t-shirt. He purchased just as they were at hand a pair of fresh underwear and socks. Shoes would have to wait as he needed to eat tomorrow as well. The magic doors slid opened and he walked out with his bag back onto the streets.

Walking back he passed some drunkards singing together and heard in the distance the siren of an enforcer car. Even in Rouge it seemed society was withering. He walked up the stairs of the hotel and entered using the keycard back into their double room. Lagnok was there just having put down the phone. He searched the book again only looking up once.

Megufu yawned, "I think I'm going to go straight to bed. I may need to go off in the morning"

Lagnok didn't answer but continued searching through the book. Megufu shook his head and walked into the other room and closed the door. If Lagnok wanted to be anti-social then Megufu wouldn't stop him. He was a senile old man after all. There was a shower next to Megufu's room that he used briefly before bed. Finally he got into bed and took out the dragoon spirit putting it on his bedside cabinet. He left most of his clothes on the floor and looked down at them happy to be out of the things. He'd only just be able to afford the bill in the morning. That's why there'd be no way in hell he'd be paying it. He gazed at the stone for awhile admiring the many coulers it showed. It was a relic of time that proved the existence of a great many things that he had only dreamed of when he was a kid. Turning out the light he closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. All night he could hear Lagnok's voice through the door speaking softly to different people. He couldn't understand what all the fuss was about.

"But is it legal? Why are they doing it?"

Megufu fell asleep and dreamed…

"The legacy had not ended. What happened all those years ago? I was falling. What does it mean to be a dragoon?"

"Got any change mister?" grumbled a voice in the darkness. A swirl of faces and strange things and strange people and strange places. "Did I once fly on great wings?"

Albert 12th Abdicates. What would he have thought?

"Virage's the word. The boss told me to give you a ring"

"Go away"

"We've got another job for you"

Divine bank robbed today.

"Who are you?"

There were two dragon campaigns. The Virage Embryo is dead. The spheres are spent. The dragoon spirits were lost and we all lost out faith in our history.

"My name's Turin Sanders"

"Lagnok," replied the old man, "What about you?" who are you old man?

"No… who are you really?"

"What do you mean?"

Since then not a single stone has shone. There has been no new dragoon since that time. No new dragoon until now. "No dragoons except for me why?" Why remake the world when everything is beautiful?

"Who are You?"

"I don't understand"

"Who are YOU?"

"Who am I?"

Thunder crashed.

Megufu sat up in bed. He was sweating. Outside it was raining and the thunder rumbled. He was breathing heavily.

"What was I dreaming about?" he whispered wearily. The rain pattered on the roof like electricity. The stone was glowing. He picked it up and gazed at it. It resonated even more making a soft humming sound. It was almost as if it was telling him something. It was as if it was telling him to listen. He did and he listened. The rain, the distant siren, the distant sound of a drum beat as a magi wheel with wide windows drove passed. He couldn't hear Lagnok's voice anymore. Maybe he had gone to bed? He listened more; he could hear the sound of an image box - that and little else.

Carefully he crept out of bed and pulled the wet towel from the night before round him. Opening the door he looked in the other room carefully. The light was off and the image box was on giving the room a ghostly atmosphere. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Lagnok wasn't anywhere to be seen. The bed was unmade.

"… so far no hostages have been shot. The museum area has been evacuated as enforcers survey the scene. The worrying thing is what would happen if the terrorists managed to get a port running inside the museum. If this happened they could easily teleport every single valuable item out to who knows where. So far the terrorists have revealed at least seven hostages in the building but many more may be at risk…"

The dragoon spirit glowed.

"So that's where you've gone old man…"