Chapter 3:

Both the dragon and the boy waited for one or the other to speak up. Uncertainty clouded their minds. Whom would speak up was what each was thinking at that moment. A memory hit the boy hard. A voice was talking to him calm and reassuring "you are different from the others who are different from the world. You'll experience and see what others cannot see. You may be the last of your kind. You are to not tolerate being a lowly being." He had asked a question which he couldn't recall and received a answer like "No..Yes your different...Now than...What? Of course not...You're precious my boy don't ever think otherwise…stand strong and tall. Treat others right and be happy." was the last words before the memory faded back into his mind.

When the memory faded and he was waking back into reality the dragon had already made the first move. Gliding and slithering in the air at a slow pace but in a majestic way that hypnotized him.

"So your the boy they call Viole named after a warrior so ferocious that his death was delivered by time itself." that Dragon said without any emotion behind the words.

Too stunned to speak Viole stayed there with a open jaw. He had not anticipated the dragon to speak but then again he hadn't anticipated anything. Viole felt very self-conscious with the dragon constantly watching his every move a slight fidget would catch its attention as if waiting for something extraordinary to happen. He didn't know anything about this animal or thing filling him with curiosity.

"What and who are you? How do you know me if I don't know myself? Viole questioned.

Which the Dragon replied simply "Word spreads through the worlds. No matter what the news is it spreads like a wildfire. We've known of your existence since you were born. There was something strange but familiar about your aura that you emit without realizing." Baffled Viole had no clue what to say. "By we does that mean there are more like you?" Viole asked completely shocked at the answer.

Yes there are more like us and you...