Boys' Dorm

Eron knew that he was dreaming, but no matter how hard he tried to fight getting drawn into it, in the end, it was futile.

He found himself lying on his back, looking up through the eyes of someone else He was in a dimly lit bedroom, and he could tell that it was very late. He saw a man and a woman, who looked to be around Eron's own age standing over him, arguing. He immediately knew that they were dragons, but for the life of him, he couldn't place their faces. In fact, he couldn't make out their faces at all - they were blurry, as if he was seeing them through a smudged mirror.

Afraid, he reached up toward the young man, and saw a pudgy little hand extend in front of his face. The high pitched fussing noises that came from his mouth helped him put two and two together: He was a baby, lying in a crib.

The couple stopped fighting after hearing his voice, and the young man picked reached down to pick him up, his long silver hair tickling his face and making him giggle. "It's okay little guy." The man said softly. "Mommy and I weren't being serious."

His logical mind knew that the man couldn't be his real father, but the baby he was playing the role of thought that he was, and hearing his "father's" voice comforted him. A moment later, his "mother" walked over, giving him a kiss on the forehead, and the man, a kiss on the lips.

"For his sake, we can't stay here anymore, Setsuna. They're closing in on us... I can tell." She said, her voice filled with worry. "We need to leave here tonight."

"As you wish, my love." The man replied, smiling reassuringly. "We'll pack up our things and go tonight. Better to be safe than sorr-"

Suddenly he whipped his head to the front door, obviously hearing something that was beyond Eron's perception. "No!" he said, placing Eron quickly into her arms. "I should have listened to you sooner, Isabel. They've found us!"

As if on cue, Eron saw the front door literally fly off its hinges, and four dark figures enter the home. Terrified by the sound, baby Eron started to cry. And he cried even louder when his father was knocked to the floor. The last thing he remembered before waking up was being snatched from his mother's arms.

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When Eron woke up, finding himself back in his own body, he wasn't crying anymore. He was in the middle of a rage filled dragon roar so loud that the glass in his room was beginning to crack. Realizing that he had started to transform in his sleep, he quickly cut himself off and tried to force himself to calm down. He was sure that everyone on the grounds had probably heard him.

It took a while before he noticed that Zaber had already returned.