Tehya was usually restless even when writing, and today she began working on something for the bards and performers. She sat at her desk with the magical mirror covered so she could concentrate, and her quill flowed over the paper she was writing on. This project would be something new and special for those she was trying to promote and gather together. Hopefully the general populace would enjoy it as well.
Needless to say after the war and no sleep the previous night the Sylvan was sleepy, and soon the words on the paper began to blur. She got up and laid down on her bed pulling the coverlet over her and snuggled into the pillow. It was raining outside, and the pelting rain against the window helped her drift off to sleep.
The dream began beautiful with blue skies and clouds overhead, and the over enthusiastic bard was trying to fly to the dragon of dreams lair. In her hand she held a gift, a book or poems she had wrote day by day, the book she titled, ‘A Hundred Wishes’. The white clouds billowed and helped her fly upwards… a task she could never do without the help of the clouds.
When she neared the lair a horrifying sight met her eyes, the same people that killed the dragon in the forest was standing outside Traghorn’s lair, and laughed holding up their swords and weapons. The dark stone was covered in what…dripping blood?
A wild scream to get away, only led three men to grasp her tight and force her to look, holding her head in their hands. Five of the party was cutting off the scales of the dragon and they ~were~ Gaea followers. She pleaded with them to stop, knowing the dragon could be healed, but they mocked her concern calling her a dragon lover. One man twisted her head so tightly to look back at the gruesome bloody scene her neck felt like he broke it.
Her shouting became silenced; as one placed their hand over her mouth, and all she could do was muffle pleas against the weathered hand. It was a gruesome sight, and the scales were placed in a pile while they talked about how much they could sell them for. She bit into the hand to release his grip on her, and when his hand fell away she let out one of the loudest screams she had ever conjured to blind the lot of them, so she could help the dragon.
Running over she began placing scale by scale back on, as if she knew the makeup of the beast by creation, and once every scale was replaced the dragon remained still.
It wasn’t over yet, she prayed to her god, a god unknown to most, her own private belief of a god to help her. But instead she heard her poems read out loud by one of the men in the party with a mocking drunken voice. Every beautiful word was said with disdain and sneered through the rotten teeth of the reader.
Wide cornflower blue eyes showered tears over the dragon’s body, and the book that she wrote was being mocked by several claiming they would partake of every part of the dragon before them. She couldn’t take anymore, having lost so much since December, and went quite mad holding her ears and sobbing over the dragon beside her. Her thoughts were warped, and collided with each other in her madness.
Waking up in her lilac canopy bed, she sat there breathing like she had ran ten miles non-stop and Tehya’s hands went to her cheeks wiping the flow of salty tears from her face. Alone in her room the silence was sickening, and she was chilled hearing the rain coming down even harder outside. Tehya wished for something quietly while regaining her composure, and longed for arms of fire to warm her.