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Phantom had been watching the starlit skies for some time, and not just tonight, but other nights as well. It had started simple, a flaming halo that had fallen near where he was swimming, a glimpse before it vanished to return to its owner. After that he'd caught glimpses of the other, of a set of wings unlike any he'd encountered before ad they flew overhead. More and more this strange dragon had drawn him, until he'd followed them, his large black form leaving the waters and heading inland...

She knows this dream. It’s a cloudless, moonless night. It’s dark save for the glow of her body which illuminates only the smallest circle around her where blades of grass dance in a rolling breeze. Aquilia tips her head up and feels small as she looks into the endless void, so vast and dark and lonely that she shivers, afraid that it might reach down and pluck her up into it where she’ll be lost forever. It’s a familiar ache, a sadness that comes from feeling disconnect...