Furry of claws; Chapter four; god of mind.

“Rakshasi
if you keep interrupting me I can’t focus” Dion
looked accusingly at Rakshasi. Yesterday he had agreed on going forth with the
rite, trying to figure out if he can truly be one with his body. Rakshasi
started with guiding him how he should focus his mind. It started relatively
easy with some minor challenges. Trying to find out what was around him. today
Rakshasi wanted to see how far he could extent his mind away. “You are not even trying!” Rakshasi
waved the accusing look away. She stood up from the bed in the farm. Walking to
the cattle that was boiling on the fire. “I
am trying alright.” Dion protested, trying to reach his mind out far. “Dion, I say it yourself. You have trouble
to connect with anything other than me.” He snout tipped over the edge to
catch the scent of a stew that was boiling slowly. “I know Rakshasi.” Dion turned his head away, looking past Rakshasi
and into an opened window. “Connecting to
someone else’s mind just doesn’t feel right.” Rakshasi turned her gaze back
to Dion. “Who so that? Does it feel
intimate?” Dion gave a small nod in reply. After all one of the reasons he
felt close to Rakshasi was because of the mental link they shared. “I fear what happened in the cabin the other
day. After you showed me those memories. That it will repeat, I don’t want to
lose my identity.”

Rakshasi slightly embraced Dion around his
shoulders with her wings. “Nor I want
that to happen. Trough fear is a good thing when experimenting with mental
abilities right now it is a hold back for you.” Dion leaned his head
against her shoulder, taking deep breaths. He tried to clear his mind of any
thoughts, any emotions that might hold himself back from experiencing the
mental power of a dragon.  “Rakshasi, I wonder. Can you mind control
someone?” Rakshasi gave a small snort, his question amused her apparently. “My goodness, no. I don’t know what kind of
stories you have read in the human world. But contrary to popular believe
dragons can’t control or even read minds. The latter is only possible if the
person allows it.” Dion slightly broke the embrace, letting her wing slide
over his back and wings. “For example, I
can only enter your mind when you allow it?” Rakshasi gave a small nod. “Any mental link must come from both ways...”
She was interrupted by Dion. “Then why
could you connect to me the first time?” Rakshasi seemed to be baffled by
the question. She gazed at Dion, obviously searching for an answer. “I…Well if you allowed me…but you never…”  she placed her claw tips on her temples,
trying to think of a possibility. “I
don’t know. Maybe we met before. I do not have a single clue.” Dion rolled
his neck, trying to get some stiffness out of it. “Have you ever mentally connected with someone else before?” Dion
grew rather interested in Rakshasi’s own mental capabilities. “besides the rite? No, you are really the
only one. No one knows what the risks are of prolonged mental exposure to
someone.”

“Wait
there is a risk to our mental link!?” Dion was
horrified by this news. “Yes and no, it
is difficult. Some see a mental link as a relation. Might also be a good
analogy. A link can make one stronger but also one weaker. It depends on the
person whom you have the link with.” She placed her hand on his chest. “Dion, I do not know what link we share.
When I first met you I saw it as a nessesairity. You learn draconic better than
anyone I ever met but it is far from capable to sustain any form of
conversations.” She paused to search for words. He could feel a wave of
uncertainty coming from her trough the link. he tried to figure out where it
came from. Was it because she feared something? She feared an risk also? Did
she fear more pain? “Our link have grown
to something more than just a form of communication.” Dion nodded softly in
confirmation. He still tried to figure out what the link was for him. A beacon
of hope? It was true that he drawn great strength out of the experiences with
Rakshasi. Was she his hope? Dion could not bring himself to agree with that.
Still Dion could not help to feel a bit strange inside. Rakshasi’s mind broke
contact. Dion was pulled out of the stream of consciousness to look at her. She
seemed uneasy about something, something Dion missed. She removed his hand from
her chest. Her eyes gazed at the hand, her motions where slow. Either out of
respect or fear, Dion did not try to enter another mental connection with her.

The door of the farm opened, Pelineples
entered through the door. Her gaze laid upon the two dragons and Rakshasi’s
hand who hold Dion by the wrist. The elf seemed to blush, she apologized and
quickly went on to cook with her back towards the dragons. Dion tilted his head
slightly. that was odd. He thought to
himself. He could feel Rakshasi dropping his hand quickly. Dion lost meaning of
what was going on. They gone from a deep conversations about they shared to an
awkward pause. Dion could not help to wonder if Rakshasi felt some intimacy
with the connection they shared. In order to break the silence Pelineples
spoke. “So did you two made some progress with the training.”

“Ti batobot bensvelk” Rakshasi replied, her
voice letting trough some kind of disturbance. Dion was sure that something
about him was bothering Rakshasi. “Such a shame. But even some progress is
progress right?” Rakshasi gave a small nod to the elf. She dropped the
conversation quickly and asked her about her day. The two soon joined in a deep
conversation about how the market was set up. They talked about the way traders
would price there goods, the way they started to market up the goods. The elf
showered Rakshasi a small bundle of gold she gathered. Explaining how she
gotten this trader to pay good coin for the goods. Dion was a little
disinterested from the whole trading business. He instead gazed through the
window, trying to empty his head again. That is was hard to get his mind into
shape was not about to stop him. He was distracted when Rakshasi brought up his
idea to wear long monk outfits to hide them in public. From what Dion could
hear was that Pelineples did not found it a bad idea. She discussed the
problems with it and how to avoid it. the wings and tails could be strapped up
easily with a leather brace or something along those lines. But the face. It
would be hard, she came with the solution of another type of dressing. Monks
would be called up on a lot, so staying hidden for long would be hard.
Eventually someone would request a blessing. She told that not only they would
be exposed but trying to bless someone as dragon…it basically meant the death
sentence for who ever happened to be blessed. She suggested something Dion did
not quite know, it the group was. It was an order of some sort. The elf
explained that besides having a body covering suit like monks had, they wore
masks in public. Her next point was that the costumes made people feel
uncomfortable to look at them. Dion quickly joined into the conversation,
asking how they could get such a suit or even how they should act. Rakshasi in
the other hand felt more and more against such an idea. She explained her fears
to be discovered rather horrifying. Pelineples soon enough asked if they should
still try to kill the king. If Rakshasi wanted to sacrifice everything to kill
him. it was clear that Rakshasi doubted if she should kill at all. Both she and
Dion wanted the dragon not to die out. It would be a culture change, almost
even a change of faith to make most of the humans hate dragons. Pelineples gave
a small hunch of an idea that they should just leave. fly away far out of the
boundaries of the kingdom. An elven kingdom was far more accepting to dragons.
True is that not all elves would like a dragon around but they could have a
place to stay without worrying death. Dion was the first to seriously starting
to think about it. Rakshasi in the other hand struggled with the idea to move.
She did not like to leave everything behind. Dion wondered out loud why
Rakshasi started to become so hesitant. Just a few months ago she was focused
and nothing could stop her. Rakshasi did not answer, she returned to silence.
Dion rather worried tried to reconnect with her mind again.

“Rakshasi.”
He hoped that she was still wanting to listen to
him. He felt rather cold without the mental connection, without being able to
communicate  with minds to Rakshasi. “Please, Dion don’t start here with it
also.” Dion was relieved that she was still open for him. “I will not. I want you to cheer up. lately
you seem rather distracted.” Rakshasi softly laid her head against Dion’s
shoulder. Pelineples gave a soft smile at seeing Rakshasi like that. She looked
into Dion’s eyes, he knew exactly what she thought. He softly shook his head,
the elf lucky did not say anything of it. “Because
I no longer think of myself Dion.” Dion pulled his wing around Rakshasi’s
shoulder, keeping her warm. “And why that
so? Thinking about more than just yourself should not make you a grumpy dragoness.”
Rakshasi snorted slightly “Yes but… I
just don’t know what is right anymore.”

“Nor
do I know. whatever you believe in, I am behind you. I believe the king has no
right to rule, with some guidance the humans can turn around. The king made
them believe we are monsters. So someone else can make them believe we are not
that bad.” Dion slowly started to come with an even
more crazy idea, an idea that would most likely be even worse than just
leaving. Rakshasi quickly picked up on some crazy idea. “What are you thinking of this time Dion?” She gave his neck a
small poke with her nose tip. “Ohh we can
always try to become jarl yourselves!” Dion expelled with an almost
childish delight. Rakshasi could not contain herself, she nearly fell from her
chair from laughing. Causing Pelineples to looked at the two awkwardly. “Seriously. How do you even come to that
idea” Rakshasi said, after finally catching her breath from the laughing. “Oh you know. Some corner of my mind that
you maybe hit once or twice. Don’t you dare to laugh”  Dion teased Rakshasi, happy that she finally
gave a smile again. “Stop it!”
Rakshasi grinned a bit “before I bite
your tail” Dion pulled his tongue at Rakshasi. “you would not even dare!” He received a ‘small’ hit against his
shoulder. For any human the hit would be still strong enough to seriously
injure one. His scales absorbed the impact. “shall
we try to connect another time?” Rakshasi turned so she was sitting in
front of Dion.

Two days passed by. Dion was getting slow
progress with his mental training. Rakshasi would have liked to see him advance
faster trough. She did not like the idea of staying to long on the farm. Well
aware that with each passing day the chance of discovery would increase vastly.
It was midday, Pelineples’ husband entered the farm out of breath. Pelineples
turned her head towards her husband., “honey what is wrong” Her husband offered
her a poster he apparently gotten in the village. they showed two detailed
drawings of Dion and Rakshasi, under the poster was written. “Wanted, alive.”
With a reward and the contact details of the jarl of the next door town.
Rakshasi and Dion looked shocked at each other. “That egg breaker!”  Rakshasi
swore at realising the wanted posted was of the black dragon. “He doesn’t give up will…” she was
interrupted by a growl coming from outside. The black dragon was actually
flying into the town. Dion gasped at seeing the dragon flying casually into the
town. Dion was sure that there would be at least three dragon hunters in the
town right now. “He will get himself ki…”
Rakshasi interrupted Dion, her anger was unmatched. “Forget that king…he is a dead dragon” Dion had not heard her with
so much hatred towards any dragon. He even doubted if she had so much hatred
for the king himself. “What are you
talking about?” Rakshasi made wild motions with her arms. “No dragon would just fly into town like
that. Not with dragon hunters around. Either he does not care about his live or
he got some kind of deal with the king. The later seems more logical.” She
hissed loudly. “I should have known that
he was an egg breaker. Why else he would be a jarl.”

Aslan interrupted the two dragons “hang on,
there is more.” Obviously he did not know what kind of mood Rakshasi was in.
She turned around, silencing the poor human with a gaze to kill. Pelinebles
took her time to calm her husband. “Continue love. She is not angry on you I
believe.” Aslan swallowed. He gave a small nod. “Well I have heard that the
King would come here. a visit to all the jarls in the outer towns. Making sure
they rule to his wishes.”

“Well
you can kill both now” Dion said to Rakshasi, not
knowing what to think about this. It was a change they have been waiting for.
Out here they could easily set the great hall alight to kill the king. Even
with the amount of dragon hunters surely flushing over the town they would
still be able to pull it off at night. Rakshasi gazed at Dion. “Dion, you said you are behind my choices”
Dion nodded, he placed his hand on her shoulder. “I am, I might not agree with them but I will support you” Rakshasi
looked outside again, at the town. Dion could hear no fighting coming from the
town, nor he could hear any screams. He could feel his own hate against the
dragon growing. How did that dragon dare to betray them. His mind started to
spread out, trying to figure out who was around them. hoping no guards would
have found them.

“Get out of my head!” Pelinelbes suddenly
shouted, he threw some cold water against Dion. He glazed confused at the
human. Any mental advanced stopped on that instance. “What on earth did you do?” Rakshasi asked directly, her gaze
between the elf and Dion. He shook his head, getting rid of the water. “I…don’t know” He tried to apologize to
Pelinebles. Explaining that he had no ill will about it, just trying to find of
any guards would be coming their way to the farm. Pelinebles seemed not angry,
just slightly scared at the sudden advance. Dion ‘s reaction to the whole
situation was to close his mind of, trying to keep himself from moving out
again. Rakshasi did her best to push Dion more open. She told him that if he
would close of now, later on controlling his mental abilities would be harder.
Dion did not wish to make a lot of commotion, with both Rakshasi and the elf
pushing him to open up. he finally gave in, letting Rakshasi in his mind again.
“Finally, thank you. I was afraid that we
were to sleep without connected minds.” Dion wondered how much Rakshasi
valued the mental connection. Not wanting to sleep without such a connection
set of some alarm bells in Dion’s mind. What would become of this when the
exposure would be longer and longer. Rakshasi never finished her talk about
what risks a prolonged mental exposure would house. Did she already accept
them? did she not want to lose the connection with Dion? or was there some
other design at play? Maybe some effect that their minds had touched so deeply
that they became one would have helped with this. Maybe they could no longer be
apart. Dion was more afraid of the thought then happy. The future was
uncertain. They could be killed with in the next weeks and forced to life a
live without the other. Would the mental connection even allow such a thing?
would they both die if the mental connection was severed for too long? Dion
feared the questions, Dion feared asking Rakshasi about them. He might ask
Pelinebles about the question when he was alone with her sometime. He doubted
that would happen any time soon trough. With the black dragon in town they
could no longer exit the farm building. Would the dragon search every house for
them? Dion’s gaze turned to Rakshasi. “We
have to find a hiding place” He broke a silence that had fallen between
them. “If they search…” Rakshasi gave
a small growl, nodding in agreement “Yes
I know…” she looked around the farm. Dion turned his gaze through a window
towards the forest. If the snow would not blow right now they could maybe stay
out. Away from the attention. “Dion…” Rakshasi
started unsure how to comment. “What if
we give ourselves to the dragon” Dion was to baffled by her sudden remark
to even come with an angry counter argument. Rakshasi took the pause that Dion
created to explain more about her plan. “I
mean if we voluntarily turn ourselves over…maybe the king would not kill us.
Giving us a change to murder him up close.” Dion, overcame his shock. His
voice turned angry, he could see Rakshasi visibly pained by the anger in his
voice. “Are you mad! Maybe he doesn’t
kill you! Only because that black dragon wants to breed with you badly! What
about me!? I would certainly be killed. And even if not, we aren’t just given
free will. Doubt we will be even allowed outside of a prison.” Rakshasi
turned her head away, away from Dion. Dion’s gaze was still pissed, angry for
even considering such a plan. He did not want to hurt her, maybe only give her
a good shock but not hurting her. He could feel Rakshasi was starting to doubt
more and more about herself. He swore to himself, great job he did. He had to
help her not cause even more turbulence in her mind. “Rakshasi..” he placed his hand on her shoulder, he turned her
around and pulled her close to him. “You
doubt to much” He could feel rakshasi’s hot breath flowing over his scales.
“I don’t doubt, I only don’t know what
path to take” Dion let out a small smile. Typical her, placing the words
around so she seemed more secure of herself then she was. “Just so you know” Dion started with a smile “I doubt one thing, I doubt that I would have made it so far without
you. Rakshasi rolled her eyes at Dion “Oh
stop it, you only say that to make me feel better.” Dion gave her a small
pet on the back, breaking the embrace. “I
mean it.” Dion said dismissively. He did not want Rakshasi even to continue
on with the discussion.

The rest of the day passed mostly in
discomfort. Rakshasi and Dion kept on gazing into the distance, making sure no
one would come to the farm. Dion’s mind occasionally drifted off to the mental
preparations. He did not dare to try it another time. Afraid that his presence
would tell the location to anyone. Rakshasi made no attempt to bring it up. she
was to occupied to figure out what to do next. They did not know how many
guards would flood the town or how many hunters would be surrounding the
forest. She tried to figure out a plan of action, trying to find a way to ether
escape or fight. Dion aided her in trying to think of methods to stay hidden.
They could fly at night. The risk was the coldness of the night would cool them
down to fast to reach another town. They could try to build a cabin of some
sort in the forest. They would have to face the risk that they might be
discovered. “The smoke of fire Dion…what
about that” Rakshasi kept on wondering. Dion told her about a way to
minimalize the smoke. If they could make a hot fire the smoke would disappear
mostly. Rakshasi wondered how, after all where smoke was fire. He was forced to
explain in his poor draconic. Pelinebles plan to force Dion to learn draconic.
He seemed to shock both the elf and her husband with his knowledge over what
seemed to him common knowledge. With the sun setting and the soft light of the
fire under the cooking pot. Dion was drawing up some quick designs of how to
construct a fireplace to minimalize the smoke. They had to light the fire at
night to mask the smoke, but once it was hot they could keep it smokeless.

Rakshasi gazed with her eyes over the
plans, a strange type of fire pit she never seen. Pelinebles offered to get
some stones from the local market place to help the design. Bricks where
expensive and not commonly used, for two dragons she was more than willing to
pay the price of some bricks. Dion seemed delighted with the plan, he spend the
rest of the night sketching a cabin that was able to be built within a day.
Alsan offered to construct the cabin himself. He had overcome his fear of
dragons. He seemed to enjoy the presence of Rakshasi and Dion. Only if it were
so easy to change more people’s opinions of dragons. Eventually Dion was drawn
away from his drawing by Rakshasi. He had lost the time and did not realise
that the rest of everyone wanted to actually get some sleep. The fire was
smouldered to eliminate the light. Dion crawled into the bed he shared with
Rakshasi. Slowly drifting off into an unrest sleep.

“Come
to me Dion.” he could her a strange voice into his mind. He could not place
what the voice was. “Don’t be afraid” Dion could see nothing, blackness all
around him. he cursed to himself, fully aware he was caught in another
delusion. He seemed unable to break free of whatever hold his mind. “Step out
of the light” Dion turned around. The total blackness confused and disoriented
him. He could see a white glow coming from a distance. While the light was
welcoming to his eyes, turning away his disorientation he did not want to walk
towards it. It happened one time to many that strange vision got hold of him.
Never listen to what the voices said, they were to plague him. Dion tried to
run but was stuck in some kind of goo. He could not see what it was, hiding in
the blackness of the room. When he tried to get out of the good he fell down.
The goo started to envelope him, dragging him deeper into something. Dion
screamed for air trying to break free.

Dion’s
eyes shot open. The farm was empty, his head hurting. He searched for any sing
of Rakshasi but the bed was empty. He turned around, his body felt strange.
“Shit.” He swore out loud. His scales again made place for normal human skin.
He had no tail, no claws and no scales. He quickly covered up his body with
some cloths he found lying around. “Rakshasi!” he yelled out. Trying to find
anyone who was around. He was answered with utter silence. He let his hands
stroll across the wooden table. He was sure of it that this was a dream. The
textures however made him doubt how much this was a dream. He could feel each
grain in the wood, each imperfection. This could not be any dream. He stumbled
around the farm house. It was awkward to walk around in his human body, to
awkward not to walk slightly bend forward. Every time he bend forwards to walk
like a dragon he fell on his face. Every time he stood straight up he would
fall backwards. Eventually he managed to get to one of the chairs, he sat on it
like a dragon would. Careful for wings and a tail he no longer had. Maybe
Rakshasi fled? Afraid that a human might have discovered her. If that was so
then why was he still alive? Rakshasi would have surely killed him. Was it a
curse placed on him? a punishment from whatever wicked design the king had
planned for him?

He
had to grab all of his courage to try and walk again. He gotten the hang of it,
still not walking totally straight like any normal human would. He opened the
door to step outside. The coldness of the winter did not seem to cool his body
down anymore. He could feel some form of internal heat keeping him warm. It was
pleasant. Maybe just he missed being a human, being able to walk without
worrying if they could warm up again. No longer feeling like a criminal while
they tried to make a living. He felt like he was more than just himself. A
presence of someone near him. “Dion!”  He could feel a mind all so familiar, yet
totally strange. It was not Rakshasi. The voice was male, strong and without doubt.
Dion turned around to face the strange who was talking to him. It was an
emerald green dragon. His eyes shining brightly to his form. “Don’t go to the town.” The dragon hold
Dion back. Trying to keep him from walking further. “Why.” Dion asked the dragon.
“Also, who the hell are you” The dragon pulled a frustrated frown. “I did not know turning yourself human would
make you stupid. I am you. I am the dragon in you.”

Dion
glared at the dragon, not believing a word he said. How could he be in two
placed in the same time. “You are not me!” The dragon shared Dion’s agitated
mood. “But I am, how can’t you deny truth
that is staring you right in the eyes. Aren’t you one of the scientific
education?” Dion scraped some snow from the ground to throw it at the dragon.
“Get away. If you are me then you dammed well know that none of this can be
explained with science.” The dragon evaded the upcoming snowball with
superhuman speed. “Then if you want to
throw your scientific opinions in the snow so to speak. What about a spiritual
explanation.”  Dion shook his head at
the dragon “You are not going to convince me that you are really me?” The
dragon stepped forwards to Dion. “I am
not you, I am the dragon in you. You are not you. You are just the human inside
of you”

“That
did not make any sense!” Dion flared his arms towards the dragon. Giving up all
hope for any answer that made sense. “Okay
let me try again. Tell me what you feel. What you truly feel” Dion pulled
his shoulders. “Pain, fear. I lost my wife, I lost my child and now I am stuck
within this white hell and forced to hide.” The dragon nodded, he thought a bit
before continuing. “I feel that the wife
and the child where just a dream. keeping me from Rakshasi and this world.” Dion
pulled his eye brown at the dragon. Still not following him. “We are both Dion. You the human, I the
dragon. Both exist just as well.” Dion laughed at the dragon, the
absurdness of the idea. “You can’t possibly think that such ideas will hold any
ground with me. Besides if we are both Dion, then you won with the dragon body
and all.”

“Have I?” the dragon completely ignored the first
part of the sentences. “If I have won
then you would not exist. If you have won I would not be here. More to the
point, you killed yourself. You jumped before a train and now you are stuck
inside of a dragon body.” Dion exploded against the ground, digging at one
of the most painful memories he had. “Why don’t I just rip that scaly head of
your body! then I can life again the life I want.” The dragon seemed calm, even
when a sudden flash of anger filled Dion’s mind. A flash of anger that came
from the dragon. “Don’t you even dare to
blame me. You killed yourself. You thought without both Rakshasi and your wife
you are nothing to life for. Your mind was filled with alcohol, not clear to
think. Now you regret what it! You regret being weak.”

Dion
could throw himself against the dragon in anger. Not that he did, a dragon was
pretty much an creature that with looks alone would intimidate pretty much
anyone from aggression. “You think this is all a guild trip of me? All this?
Trying to carry on as a dragon. Failing horribly, driven into a corner with no
way out but death!” The dragon shook his head, his warm breath condensation in
the air. “No that was my fault. I did not
know what to do, I made Rakshasi doubt. What you did was throwing me of
balance. Longing for another change of human. No what you did was not wanting
to let  go. Just as you are now. You are
still in my mind.” Dion snorted at the dragon, his accusations felt
pathetic. “You speak like we are one, but I know that I never seen you. Only
your appearance is the same as my dragon form. Who are you. Truly tell me! I
could easily let the dragon hunters come here and be all done with you.”

“You really want that? think about
Rakshasi, Pelinebles, even Alsan. You would sign their death sentence by doing
so. Let alone your own. I am not you, I am your dragon form if you want me to
call me that. but I have a name, a name lost to you. It is sad that you are no
longer capable of knowing who you are. Who you were. Dragon or human you have
little knowledge of your own life.”

Dion
shook his head again at the dragon. The words seemed to be said by a madmen. Or
a mad dragon in this case. He honestly wanted to get rid of the dragon as fast
as he could. He had a point trough, calling the hunters would mark the others
as a traitor and Rakshasi would be killed or…he thought about the black dragon.
He did not want to know what would happen to Rakshasi if he got hold of her. A
shiver ran down his spine. “Then if you have a name why don’t you enlighten me.
Tell me who you are.”

“I am Damithril. Just maybe if you think
enough you might know my name. maybe if you realize who you where besides a
human engineer you know who I am. If you open your mind you might know me.” Dion looked baffled by the
dragon. Damithril…it sounded foreign, a strange word that he never heard of.
The name echoed in his mind like a needle stuck on a record player. A demon
clawing at some part of his mind he never touched before. “You are still none I
know!” The dragon glared right into his eyes, trying to pry into his soul with
his look. “Do you honestly believe that?
do you believe that you are so separate from me? Do you fight so clearly against
me because you are afraid to admit you do not know. Are you afraid of not
knowing?”

“Of
course I am not afraid of know knowing. Questions is where I live if you were
part of me you would know” Dion extravagant answer was amusing to Damithril. “Then why you don’t admit you do not know.
After all you admit to yourself you still doubt if this is still reality. This
all around you. From the snow to the fire warming you. Scales or human skin
both are real, both feel real for you.” Dion refused, refused to admit what
the dragons said. It was just speculation. “Dion!”
Another voice came into contact with his mind. It was Rakshasi. Dion could not
see her anywhere around. Just her mental voice joining Damithril’s voice. “We will be inside soon.” He answered
her, the dragon. “who are we Dion!?” Rakshasi
was sounding rather confused and worried.
“Yes we. You will hear later…just give us a moment” Damithril replied to
Rakshasi. Giving Dion not a moment to protest. “See” He turned his attention to Dion. “Rakshasi does not feel the difference between my mind and yours. She
thinks I am Dion. You bounded with her on a mental level, do you think she
would not know a difference.”

“I
don’t know! Okay you want to hear that?” Dion grew more and more agitated at
the dragon’s mental prying. “Since they day I woken up in this world from that
bloody train crash I don’t know what is going on. I am just along for the ride.
The one moment I felt in control was when I was in the hospital. Even when I
was in a heavy coma I felt like that was where I had control.” The dragon
nodded, giving an satisfied look on his face. “That is what I wanted to hear yes. You don’t feel in control because
you are not. Your life has been passed, you can’t do anything but to move on.
Stay with me and you are forced to live a life watching how I want to life. Fly
away and await oblivion, eternal rest.”

“How
can I possibly choice between that?! I just want to life my life.” “Your life is done!” “how can you say
that! I am here I am…” “A ghost in a
dragon’s mind.” “No I am what I want to be I am still…” “Mentally active, yes. But really. Do you
wish to fight? You make it really hard for me. Memories get scrambled in my
mind.”

Dion
turned his back to the dragon, the quick discussion turned him of balance. Giving
him little to argue on against the dragon. “You get your mind scrambled? What
you think of me? I feel myself fading the whole time. Only when I sleep I feel
alive. Only when I long for humanity I feel strong.”

“That is because you are fading. You try
to hold on to me. Try to stay alive but you drag me with you. Even Rakshasi
feels what you do. Both her and me have a connection. Prolonged mental exposure
entangles two minds. With you feeding from us we grow strong. With your doubt
Rakshasi no longer knows what she should do. Your humanity keeps her from
taking the kings live.”

Dion
snorted at the dragon’s words. “good! You know” he turned around to point with
his finger to Damithril. “You ate humans, you try to drag me on to be
dehumanized.” The dragon gave an angry grin, it made Dion’s neck hairs stand up
right. The creepy smile of the dragon flooding his mind with fear. “You did not protest! You are still holding
on. You are still trying to influence me. You are still strong enough to stop
me from choice. Eating humans was easily something you could stop me from. But
you believe you are no longer human. You are the only one who is dehumanising
here.” Dion stepped closer to the dragon, closer and closer until he was
face to face with the dragon. His index finger poking against the dragon’s
chest. “You…You try to blame all on this on me.”

“No I try to open your mind. Dig into
your soul. I want to stop this before it destroys me. The rite, it was all
because of you. I try to keep balance in mind because you starting to become a
real problem within my mind. Do you honestly think I wouldn’t just want to
gone? You keep threatening with killing me. What is it what you really want?
Why you fight so hard against what I say.”

Dion
could feel a strange warmth surrounding his finger. When he looked down he
could see a light glowing from the place his finger touched Damithril’s scaled
chest. He could feel his finger becoming one with Damithril’s body. “Dion…You are an important part of what I
am…but it is time for you to get some rest. You have been fighting so long. You
are strong but even you cannot win such a fight. It will destroy me. It will
destroy Rakshasi and it will destroy you. Please Dion. just listen to me.”
Dion pushed more of his finger and his hand inside the chest of the dragon. The
light started to glow brightly. He could not pull out, his mind started to be
drawn into the dragon’s body. “I…what is going on?”

“You finding peace. Don’t be scared, you
will always be with me. The experiences. The memories. It will be part of who I
am. We have a new body…time to get a new mind.” Dion was drawing into the body. he wanted
to pull out but he couldn’t. Soon his shoulder followed, his legs touched the
legs of the dragon. Joining with even more light shining of the two. Dion felt
some sort of peace flood over his mind, the more he was drawn into the dragon
the less his worries became. He was only a chest sticking out of the dragon’s
body. his mind empty of worried his vision clear. “Damithril?” “Yes Dion.” “Thank you for everything.”
With a last burst of light, Dion was no more. Absorbed with in the dragon’s
body.

My
head. The emerald dragon pushed his claws against
his temples. Why was he standing outside? A cold shiver ran down his scales. He
quickly ran inside. Only to find Rakshasi gazing worried at him. “What the hell is going on!?” She asked,
her mood mixed with anger and fear. “I
don’t…know” He had to reply. He could remember all of it…the great debate. “Dion…” The emerald dragons topped
Rakshasi. “No…I am no longer Dion…Dion is
a human name. Dion is a human soul” He could see Rakshasi almost fall back.
He could feel her mind in disarray, struck between more worried feelings and a
sense that things would take a turn for the worse. The emerald dragon closed in
to Rakshasi. He kneeled in front of her. “I
have found my name. I have found the human within me, I found the dragon within
me. I found who I was as human, I found who I am as dragon. I do not know who I
was before my humanity. I do not know why I have this body. I only know what I
am dragon, that I want to be a dragon. That my name is one I carried for longer
than my human life. My true name was lost to me Rakshasi. I found it again, I
am Damithril”

Rakshasi’s scales turned to white form
anger. “Don’t you dare calling yourself
that!”