Chapter 62

Ayla found herself in a green valley surrounded by mountains. Peace seemed to dwell in the valley because Ayla felt that nothing wrong could happen to her as long as she was there.

A soft breeze fluttered Ayla's white dress as she walked between a sea of flowers. As she walked, Ayla looked around her, wondering how she had gotten to the valley. She wondered if it was another dream.

Ayla kept walking until she saw a group of seven knights. Over their shoulders, they carried the body of a fallen warrior. They walked slowly, singing songs in another language. Raw pain could be read on their faces.

Ayla hurried to get closer to them, wanting to ask them if they knew where the valley was situated.

As she got closer to them, Ayla realized that they were singing in old Nordmarian. Even if she could not understand the words they were saying, Ayla could still feel their pain and grief.

"Excuse me," Ayla started talking as soon as she was next to the warriors. She didn't want to interrupt them from their grieving, but she wanted to know where she was.

The men didn't look at her as they walked and sang their pain. Even if Ayla couldn't understand what they were saying, she felt that they were singing about their fallen brother-in-arms.

"I am sorry to bother you, but could you tell me where we are?" Ayla asked after a few minutes.

No one looked at her. It was as if they didn't hear her. Ayla tried to touch one of the warriors on the arm, but her hand went through his arm as if he was a ghost. She gasped.

Ayla tried to touch the man once more, but the same thing happened again. She didn't know what to make of the situation.

'Are they real ghosts?' Ayla thought as she stopped walking.

But as the men got farther and farther away from her, Ayla felt she had to follow them. So she did.

Ayla hurried after the warriors, and when she reached them, she walked next to them, listening to their words. She wished she could understand them. The warriors kept walking, always looking forward, while they kept singing.

After what seemed like hours, or even days, they reached a temple.

The temple was built at the base of a mountain, and it was made from stone. It wasn't a very big temple, from what Ayla could see, and she wondered to which god it was dedicated.

Strong roars coming from the sky startle Ayla. She looked up to see what could have made those roars. A small scream escaped Ayla's lips when she saw seven big dragons. Each dragon had a different color–light blue, black, gold, green, white, brown, and dark blue.

She stopped walking and just looked at the dragons.

They flew above the temple, circling it a few times, and then they landed in front of it. To Ayla's surprise, the warriors didn't seem shocked to see the dragons. They didn't even look scared of the dragons. They just kept walking towards the temple.

As the warriors got closer to the temple entrance, the dragons moved to clear the path for the warriors. The dragons looked at the knights and the fallen warrior. When the men got closer to the entrance, the dragons moved, blocking the path to the temple.

And then the dragons looked at Ayla.

"We have been expecting you, Peace-Bringer!" one of the dragons said into her mind.

Ayla took a step back and gasped.

"You can talk?" Ayla asked.

One of the dragons chuckled in her mind, "Of course, we can talk. We are not just mindless creatures."

Ayla blushed, "I never thought that a dragon could think and speak like a human." Then she thought for a second before asking, "Do you know where I am?"

"You are seeing a memory from the past," a dragon said.

"But how can I see the past? And if this is the past, how can I be speaking with you?"

"Because we have connected our dreams to you," a dragon said. "What you are seeing is one of our memories that happened a thousand years ago."

"Then I am dreaming?" Ayla asked.

"Yes, Peace-Bringer," another dragon said.

Ayla wondered how could the dragons connect their dreams to her. And also why they kept calling her Peace-Bringer. The Seer called her the same thing.

"We don't have a lot of time," Ayla heard the voice of another dragon. "We've just waken up from our deep slumber, but our powers are still dormant."

"I don't understand," Ayla said.

"We are waiting for your, Peace-Bringer," one of the dragons said.

"For me? But am I no one. Why would you wait for me?"

The black dragon and the dark blue one got closer to her. To Ayla's surprise and shock, they put their nose close to her intimate parts and sniffed her.