She should probably feel scared; everything felt so real. Yet, something was urgently calling her, and her heart began racing wildly as she followed the call.

She walked through the silent, cold forest.

The white mist swirled around her bare feet, for yes, she was wearing nothing but a white nightgown and was barefoot.

Finally, she reached an immense lake, so frozen it chilled her to the bone. But Aysling stepped forward, dipping her feet into the icy water.

"Little one," a whisper echoed in her mind, nearly bringing her to tears.

It was her Dragon; she was sure of it!

She looked around, but she couldn’t see him.

She moved forward, wading into the still, dark, and deadly waters that rose to her waist, desperate. Where was Azura? Where?!

Suddenly, amidst her anguish, strong hands wrapped around her waist from behind, and a massive body pressed against her back.

"Azura," she moaned, feeling his touch after so much time, what felt like an eternity.

The man said nothing, only pulling her