As we walk toward where our brother is being kept, Tronay and I talk about many things. Our dragons for one. Both of us miss them. To us, they are a part of who we are. Tronay's own dragon Uria, saved her from dying before his egg was ever hatched.

"Here we are," my sister says as she stops in front of a small room with the number '7' on the outside.

The number doesn't surprise me, after all Santerous always loved the number seven. We enter the room and to my surprise the walls are white. Much like myself, Santerous loves white as well. I'm surprised that he still does after the pain I've put him through. Tronay and I find our brother sleeping in the small white bed that occupies the room's left corner. Not surprising considering what has happened over these last view days.

"Santerous," Tronay whispers softly as she nears the bed that he lays on.

The steady beat of the heart monitor beside Santerous responses with a beep.

"Tronay . . . " I begin.

"No Tamli, it's okay. I just thought that he might come out of it if he knew that you were fine, but I guess not," she replies.

With that Tronay turns to leave as the door creaks open slightly. I growl and wish that I had my sword with me but it is the room where I left Flare and Veer.

What's wrong? Ruby asks as she enters the room, followed by the other Pokemon.

"We . . . Tamli and I are worried about Santerous," Tronay says, trying to keep her voice mellow.

I place my hand gently on my sister's arm, my way of telling her to be calm and quickly get out of the room before she cries. Girls are strangely more sensitive and show their emotions better then boys, I think.

"Go on," I say softly.

She nods and walks out of the room. Ruby and Eevee follow after her.

Tamli? Veer questions as he crosses over to me.

Yes, I answer.

We go to get the staff soon, right?

Yes Veer we will go and get it, I say, my thoughts elsewhere.

The searing pain. The pools of lava and smell of smoke. The smell of burning flesh. My flesh. Two pairs of yellow eyes glare out at me.

This is your judgement!

Red flames spiral around me, wishing to consume me within their fiery grasp.

"I don't deserve this!" I yell.

You failed to protect your dragon . . . You wished that you had never met with Veer . . . You have caused all of this!

The flames leap at me, burning the remaining flesh from my skin.

Your rage is now your punishment!

I awaken with a start, finding that I lay on the floor in Santerous' room.

That dream felt so real, I think as I get to my feet.

Those flames felt as if they . . . I gaze down at my hands, my blackened , charred hands with almost no skin remaining on them.

This can't be real, I think in panic.