Disclaimer: I do not own BMF, Last dragon Chronicles, and warrior cats.

Author's note: For the main character, Gingka Haganai, I changed the spelling for his first name to 'Jinga' so that readers won't get confused on spelling or pronunciation.

It was midnight, and Jinga, his throat sore from Gwillanna's powerful grip, couldn't get some sleep that night in Madoka's house. Tossing and turning, even drinking a glass of water, Jinga prayed for a good dream.

Eventually, he did.

In his warrior cat form, Stormheart of Thunderclan, he padded through floating clouds until he saw the former Thunderclan leader, Bluestar.

"Bluestar!" Stormheart exclaimed and touched noses with her.

Suddenly, Bluestar, like Gwillanna, seized him by the throat with her powerful claws.

I am Fain. Shall we commingle?

"No! Don't you dare!"

You have a high vibration. You attract.

"Attract what?"

Everything. The universe moves within you and without you.

Jinga shook his head.

Do not wobble. You have connections to Godith.

"You mean through Gadzooks, Golly, and G'reth?"

More. You are one with Arthur.

"Arthur?"

He is becoming like us. Like Fain.

"You can't do that!"

Why was the dragon made stone?

No answer for Jinga.

The clay figures. Why were you chosen for their master?

A trail of vomit left Jinga's mouth.

What do you know of the dragon made stone?

His eardrums buzzed. His brain would not respond.

Where is the tear of the dragon, Gawain?

He vomited again.

The island was raised by force. You, by force, will lower it again.

"No." he whispered weakly.

The battle of Isenfier is coming. You are in the nexus, the timepoint of us. You will send darklings from the Fire Eternal and destroy this island. (USA)

Jinga's eyes blankly stared into space.

The dragon Gawain is broken. Now we remove the Hybrid as well.

To Jinga's horror, the tenant was holding a rifle and aiming at Grockle, who was once himself. Jinga slightly pulled the trigger.

Shoot. Let it be ended.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Jinga sat bolt upright.

His left hand was covered in vomit.

Madoka immediately ran in with a baseball bat.

"Hhhh!" she gasped at Jinga. "Why did you vomit on your bed?"

"I'h dahn know-h." he whispered.

Madoka rolled up the vomit stained bed sheet.

"C'mon, lets get you a drink."

"Here's your tea. Sip slowly. What did you see, Jinga?"

"I-I-…" the tenant closed his eyes.

"Nothing." He claimed and ran outside.

Where do you think Jinga will go and what will he do next? Find out in chapter 10! Bye! :D