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Deca hands were folded behind his head in a relaxed position, his right leg shifting inward and pointing up to the sky while his other leg laid flat as he slept calmly. BZZZTTT!! Static was all that he could see within what he assumed was his dreamscape. Unlike regular humans, Dragons created by the stones(or possibly just himself) do not have the ability to 'dream' per say. He was never really curious as to why this was the case. Not until recently. The only thing he could see was static of some sort. No vivid images of his non-existing past. No memories of recent events reoccurring in his mind. Nothing of the sort was present. After about 30 minutes, he heard a faint shouting sound coming from below his location. In his mind, he wanted to move. Unfortunately, his body had different plans. It didn't budge. Not one bit. Without realizing it, he slowly found himself drifting into a strange place within his subconscious. Could it be...? Could he be on the verge of having a 'dream'?

Flames. All he could see were translucent blue flames that surrounded him, rising up from the darkness. Deca stood up, took one step forward, then stopped. "Where am I?" The draconian boy's voice echoed throughout the landscape, continuing to do so long after he took his mind off of it. Suddenly, an arm of which the body it belonged to was unseen outstretched itself from the midst of the bright blue flames. "Come with me now." No words could be heard. For some reason, Deca knew what message the mysterious entity was attempting to convey. Deca hesitated at first, then slowly reached out towards the hand. Just when it seemed like the two hands would make contact, a the scenery seemed to slide itself into the distance. "Hey, get up." Another, greatly familiar voice spoke from out of the darkness surrounding him. Suddenly, static was the only thing he could see as the darkness flooded over him. Deca gasped slightly as his consciousness returned to the plane of reality, his eyes opened wide before he settled down.

A face. A very -familiar- face loomed in close proximity of his own. Deca merely blinked, no direct emotion present on his face. A fraction of a second after he realized this, she flinched. After taking a few moments to recollect his thoughts and center them on the present, he spoke as if what had happened wasn't awkward in the slightest."Oh. Good morning, Akane. He said softly, the rays of Yalena's graceful sun shined down upon the two of them. The weather felt very nice. He slightly stretched his limbs, sitting up but not yet standing while he waited for Akane to settle down.