Even as the city faded with distance, the dreams still caught up, nipping at my heels and dancing just out of reach. For the first time in a couple hundred years, I saw my sisters. We were soaring above the sea, choppy waves grasping at the air. I was young again with Vhagar and Meraxes at my side, the feeling of being free new and wonderful. And then the white water was suddenly to close, and my wings turned to iron shackles that would drag me down to the bottom of the black sea. In the jaws of death, I threw my head back to roar, in vain hope that someone would come to drag me back to shore. No sound escaped, and my sisters never looked back. When the waves had all but consumed me, I wordlessly screamed. This was not the battle cry of a dragon, but the shriek of prey. If I should go down, than it would be with no dignity. While I took my last few breaths, I prayed that my sisters, Aegon, the gods, anyone, would come. What my eyes settled on as my head went under was, strangely, a cat shaped cloud. I slipped into the sea with fate swimming before my eyes in the watery, distorted sunlight fills that shadows of sleep..