ETTING 
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LFANDRA
Athagon's Story part 2
ETTING OME O LFANDRA
*It had taken time, but finally he had learned
how to navigate this strange... world... of shapeless matter.
He had had to virtually re-learn how to live. Athagon walks up a
hill of the strange anti-reality-matter, then suddenly, and without cause,
everything freezes. Totally. Athagon's mind races. He
tries to turn his head, but time itself seems to have frozen. And
not for the first time. The first time this had happened, he had
nearly had a heart attack. After all, he was also re-learning how
to fly in this strange place at the same time. Imagine diving from
several thousand feet, and freezing. It had only lasted a few seconds,
though. In fact, shouldn't it be over by now? Strange.
Was it his just mind or ... no. He tried to blink, but of course could
not. All he could do was watch and wish he could turn away.
In front of him he began to see a horrible series of images. All
of them of dragons. All of them being tortured, murdered. He saw
a baby dragon, obviously trying to suckle on its mother, who had just been
beheaded by a knight riding on a horse with spiked and studded armor. The
images started to move faster, then began to spin before his eyes.
He tried to shut it out, to scream, to just be able to move an inch, but
could not. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, darkness engulfed him.*
*****
What the...
*He stopped*
*He was laying on a bed of warm sand. He
raised his head gently and looked around. He was on a beach.
The warm sun beat down, while the sound of waves crashing gently onto the
sand was lulling. A few tall palm trees cast shadows in long curved
lines onto the water. He seemed to be in a hollowed out rock, pushed
partway in the sand. The beach was empty, except for him and...
Her. Laying beside him. She was beautiful,
indescribably wonderful beyond belief. The soft yellow of her scales
reflected the hot morning sun like an intricate yellow crystal. Her
wings were soft to the touch, translucent, and yet seemed strong.
Her tail, thin and beautiful, coiled around his. Her head was nestled gently
against his chest and, as he soon discovered, he held her tightly to him.
Sighing gently, not wishing to disturb the moment, or... Her, Athagon
folded his wings over her, gently pulling her slightly closer to him at
the same time. He curls his tail a bit closer, and nestles his neck
protectively over her. She makes a soft sound in her sleep, and nudges
his chest slightly with her head, remaining in sleep. Sighing softly,
blissfully, not wishing to know, caring to know, just enjoying the moment,
Athagon closes his eyes and goes to sleep...*