Callum sighed as he settled into his bed to sleep. Last night he had the strangest dream, he was in a vast desert attacked by shadow monsters, only to be rescued by a young dragon and a literal mountain of a dragon that was the younger's teacher. He huffed as he fluffed up his pillow to sleep, there was no way he'd have such a wild dream like that again. No surprises.

Sighing the young Prince settled to sleep as he thought about what had gone on today. He had slept through breakfast, though he would protest it, saying he had fainted after having that extraordinary dream. Naturally his mother had ruffled his hair and praised his imagination, but had still chided him gently about waking late. After that his day had gone about as usual. Rolling over he pulled the sheet up to his shoulder and closed his eyes.

'No surprises.'

The young Prince sighed disappointedly as he snuggled into his still new bed. At least he still had the memory of the two dragons in his mind well enough to make a rough sketch in his book. He wished he had a better look though just to make sure he got the features right. Heaving one last sigh, he closed his eyes.

"Callum?"

Groaning and rolling over the young Prince shivered as he curled closer on himself, he'd just gone to bed.

"Come on Callum, Teacher is waiting on us."

The voice huffed exasperatedly, while he also felt a warm something nudge into his back.

"Go away."

He mumbled as he tried pulling a cover over his head, but nothing covered him. Groaning again, he felt around and found...Hay? When had he gotten into the stables? He sat and blearily rubbed at his eyes as he looked around for the door that led back to the palace. He had just begun cautiously feeling around with his hands, when his open palm smacked solidly on something warm, and rough.

"OUCH!"

Callum finally shook the last of the sleep from his eyes, and looked up wide eyed at the exact same white colored dragon from his dream last night. The dragon was busily rubbing his nose with a black colored paw as he looked down at Callum with a pout.

"That hurt, you mean Scavenger."

Callum did what any other person would do in that situation; scream and run.

He'd just run up to a light coming from an adjoining cave, when he stopped at seeing a massive dragon made of molten rock casually sitting there and reading over scrolls that were floating in midair. As though sensing a disturbance, the dragon turned and fixed his gaze on the now terrified Prince. Smelling his fear, he offered his best smile and spoke in a calm, steady voice.

"Hello again young Prince, how nice to see you again so soon."

Callum finally felt his heart begin to beat normally as his mind provided him the information from the other night.

"T-T-Te-Teacher?"

Continuing to smile, the dragon nodded and snapped his claws idly. The scrolls that had been floating in front of him rolled up and flew back to their spots with a soft 'woosh' of air. Callum could only gawk at the casual use of magic, as the scrolls settled among the multitude that were stored in a dug out portion of the wall. He turned around to smile at Teacher again when the other dragon came into the room.

"Con-Consti-lation. Consylation."

He struggled, as the name came out of his young mouth. The dragon pouted again as the bigger dragon chuckled at the sight.

"Just Clay is fine Callum."

Callum nodded slowly. So he was having a dream again, but then why was his dream different?

"That is because you're not actually dreaming young Prince."

Both looked up, as Teacher began drawing out pictures in the sandy floor. Cautiously getting closer, while Clay bounded past him to Teacher's side, Callum found his voice working much better than before.

"What do you mean?"

The dragon, gently bowed his head down in front of him.

"It may be best if I showed you young one."

Climbing up onto the rocky surface, Callum settled as best he could on Teacher's snout. Once he was comfortable, the dragon raised his head and they looked down at the pictures he had drawn out on the floor. Teacher began by pointing to one off in the corner that showed Callum sound asleep.

"When you first came, you may have done so accidentally. In the past StarWings and Archmages are the only known ones that can project themselves into this, dreamland. You had just recently celebrated your sixth year of life, correct?"

The young human nodded from the dragon's snout, as he craned his head back over when Teacher pointed out another picture of him, Teacher, and Clay.

"Normally those of magical talent are taught and trained to not accidentally project themselves, it would seem that none had done so for you."

The young human sat back, not entirely understanding the dragon, but gathering the basic gist of it. There was however another question in his mind.

"Why am I here now though?"

Teacher pointed to his final picture. This one showed a line between him and Clay.

"Because Clay has bound you to him, this happened when he told you both of his names. Your magic is now his, and his strength is now yours as well."

The human turned around with an utterly confused look, as he shyly looked up into Teacher's eyes.

"But, Teacher, I have no magical talent."

Teacher raised an eye ridge and bent down so the young human could get off his snout.

"How do you know this young Prince?"

Callum craned his neck back, even though Teacher had his head settled on the ground.

"No human has access to any of the Magic in our world. Well, except for the Dark Magic that Master Viren uses."

Teacher growled and both younglings shifted away slightly at the sight of his bared fangs.

"You need not concern yourself with such a toxic substance. Dark Magic, is not something to be praised, rather it is something to never be touched. It is a sick, and vile perversion of the pureness that is contained within perhaps the greatest of Magics; life itself."

Huffing softly to clear his mind, he looked down at both the frightened younglings in his presence and berated himself under his breath for scaring them.

"I'm sorry, you both shouldn't have to see me as such."

Clay nuzzled up against Teacher's left cheek, while Callum relaxed slightly. He felt his nervousness return, when Teacher turned his eye to him.

"Recall what I said earlier young Prince, only StarWings and Archmages are able to project themselves here. In order for you to tap into your potential though, you must discover the Magic that resonates with you the most. Once we have done that, then I may teach you the other sources if you wish."

Callum, understood maybe a fifth of what the dragon had said, but from what he understood a question emerged again.

"Are you saying you can teach me Magic?"

His face was lighting up brilliantly, as Teacher sat up slightly and nodded, before gesturing to Clay.

"In so doing I will be helping you both. As I said you have both bound to each other. You, young Prince, will find yourself with greater strength. While you, Constellation, will be able to do things only an Animus could achieve. But without the cost. This is the bound between you both. Your weaknesses, your strengths, they are now shared between you."

Clay was now sitting next to Callum as they both listened (And tried to understand.) all that Teacher was telling them.

Both were excited by the idea of learning something new, and having a close friend to share it all with.

"The path ahead of you will not be easy, but you will each have the other through it all. Keep that in mind, you will always have the other's help."

Smiling at each other, Callum was surprised when Clay bent forward and gave him a brotherly lick.

Callum bolted forward, and found himself in his room, back in the palace. He sighed in disappointment. It had been such a good dream too. He yawned and raised a hand to rub at his eyes. Sighing to himself, as he was once again reminded that his world had no surprises, Callum placed his face in his hands.

Squelch.

Callum grimaced as he slowly pulled his left hand away from his face and found it covered in slobber. Shaking his head as he made to wipe it off, he stopped short as something clicked. Clay had just licked the left side of his face in his dream, did that mean...

Gulping softly, he turned over on his dry side and closed his eyes again.

"Callum?"

He looked up and saw Clay and Teacher looking at him worriedly. Callum's eyes bugged comically.

"This isn't a dream, is it?"

Teacher huffed as he snorted at Constellation.

"No. I should thank young Constellation though for that, it's what we call a 'waking moment,' or when a young one realizes that what they are experiencing is in fact real."

Callum felt his head begin to spin from the overwhelming sense that this was real. Teacher stirred and cast a low powered cleansing spell that left the young Prince spotless and free of dragon drool. Callum was giggling from the tickling sensation, and opened his eyes as Teacher extended a massive talon to him.

"Take my talon young Prince."

Reaching out, Callum gently gripped the massive talon, and felt a rush of a familiar tingle run up his arms, much like when he was nudged by Clay, before it stopped.

"I hereby bind myself to you as your teacher, your instructor of flight and fight and your guardian."

He again made to pull away but stopped and looked at Callum, who gripped his talon more firmly before speaking out in a clear voice that surprised him.

"And I will promise to be your friend too."

Megatronus smiled, both of these younglings were certainly unique and he would do all that he could to see them succeed.

Callum woke up with a start.

He looked around.

He was back in his rooms, in the palace. Even the bed was clean, he could have sworn that it was covered in drool from Clay licking him.

He looked down and rubbed his hands into his face. Had any of it been real?

He turned and made to roll over and get out of bed, when he caught sight of a mark running around the upper inside of his left arm.

Cautiously he ran a finger over it.

It was of a dragon breathing fire while an illustration of wind flowed out from behind his wings.

"Teacher?"

He whispered.

'I'm here Prince Callum. Our little secret, okay?'

The voice smiled in his mind.

Callum was positively bouncing, literally, around the room. It hadn't been a dream, it was all true, and now he'd be learning magic from a cool dragon. Plus have a friend to share it with too.

'Go little one, I sense others and they will be coming soon. I will be here, guiding from within and once the day is done we shall begin our training.'

Callum raced towards the washroom to get ready, eager to finish his day so he could learn from his new mentor tonight.