Dream

I felt surprisingly calm, as I looked up at a stone… golem. It had a radical S stylized into it, but I only frowned at the symbol, knowing somehow that it symbolized 'enemy', and that this thing needed to die.

I twirled my staff, and called forth my allies. Primarily among them was a rock dragon, with wicked claws, rocky-appearing wings capable of lifting a great deal more than just the dragon, and acid breath capable of melting stone (quickly, rather than gradually, like the Granite dragons). These creatures were normally peaceful, and used these defenses to create caves for their young.

But they were wicked fighters when provoked. I heard someone call out (in a strange language, but I still understood it), "Yo! Need some help?"

I shouted back, "No. I can deal with this thing. GO!"

I could tell whoever had spoken nodded, and ran off. I closed my eyes, and began to guide my allies… my summons. I heard him say softly, "Take care… I don't want to tell her you wound up dying."

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I snapped awake, having the eerie feeling that something bad was going to happen. Reacting with long drilled reflexes, I concentrated, and called a mikran – a shroud that shielded me in every spectrum from sight, and sense.

I quieted my breathing, and listened. I'd thought those stupid lessons on how to survive in enemy territory were a joke… now I was glad that every recruit, even summoners, had to go through that.

I heard bushes shake, and grumbles. I listened quietly, but none of it made sense to me… but it sounded like that dream's language. It sounded like a female was arguing with a male about something.

Search party? If it was, I didn't want to get found yet. I needed… damn. Language. I always hated language, it's not my forte. I kept quiet, and after a little time, the noises faded.

I smiled, and remained motionless. What the hell... did a Dragon mean? Where had I gotten that word from? Wasn't that a...

The noises became loud again, and I lost my train of thought.

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"This is a waste of time. You'd think we'd have something better to do than search an abandoned forest preserve for some alien that was teleported in."

"Deal with it. It could be a scout for an invading force."

"Then WHY didn't they send more than one?"

"Who knows? Either they're superheroes, or supervillains intent on destroying all life on Earth."

The woman laughed bitterly. "Like we don't know it. Well, I've got traces, but it looked like whatever it was, it moved on…"

"Yeah, like they'd want to make our job easy. Come on, let's get to the Javelin."