The sleep that night was difficult and restless at best. Their were always nightmares. Bad dreams. Tall, green, slimy, greedy, bulging, glutnus and discusting. But these she had grown used to, she could cope with them at least. It was the male called Reega that bothered her the most. She could feel him watching her through sleeping eyes. Not to harm her, but rather to quell off the harm being done to him, he was being tortured, tested for his pain tollerance. Due to her brief but fruitfull mind training with Suzkay she could feel him as clearly as he could see her. Had she been concious, she would have seen him still as a ghost. He had been watching her for years, she just lacked the clarity to feel him. The fact that she could now both alarmed him and tickeled him pink. Immages flooded into her head. Her as a small child chalking her little sidewalk square, older now jumping rope. Her first lost tooth, pet; pogo the mouse. She watched herself grow older. These were his memmories, from when he was small, still under the same treatment. Streghtning him, building his endurance, making him the perfact host. Now that he was posessed life was even harder. She could see him now; the tail end of his parisite still in his mouth as it slept half beside him and ontop of him. Gochii started to cry. He was so young still, he had so much to live for. And he had been reduced to this. Her crying sadened Reega, almost to the point of tears himself, he withdrew from himself, and wraped his conciousness around gochii. She could feel him next to her; holding her sleeping body, warm agnst the cool sheets. She awoke slowly, turning around to face him. He was gone. Choking on her tears, she concentrated on what she had seen. From the looks of it he was being held in Zazkie's fortress. The tools they had used to torutre him, were all high tech devices. Only a gold Chazac would have thoes tools. She thought of what he looked like; Long red hair (dyed, seince their hair only came in black gold or silver) Eyes unlike any she had seen; a base of green with conflicting red and blue swirls (green is innocent, childish. Red is evil, mature. Blue is kind, or good, also mature) His entire body was sickiningly white, with sevral scars marking nearly every inch of his body. He was slender and tall. Very build. His name was Reega. No last name? He was a dragon.... a dragon? she thought. Where had that come from? Then she rembered a pair of black and crimson wings frail and weak, crumpled partily beneath him. Gochii thought back to what Suzkay had told her about the clans of dragons. The most powerfull she recalled could change form, or more accuratly, were chazac, but could change into dragons. These were often the clan leaders. Leaping out from beneath her covers she ran to the room Suzkay and Pleego were in, still awake and planning.
What is life but the fickel passing of time to suicidals, the sanest of us all.... but to thoes imune to the torment of life, a vivid day that should never end...
