Meeting Brother
Bailong jerked awake. The image of a thin, long, bluish white dragon flying from one end of the sky to the other was still stuck in his eyes like a mirage.
He stepped out of the tent hurriedly. The snow, as white as the lightning behind the dragon, made him turn right back around. This dream was vividly memorable. He couldn’t look at the darkness or the snow without the urge to look up at the sky. He wanted to avoid the very thought of his repetitive dream.
Qinglong spoke, “Bai….”
“No.” Bailong rejected the helplessness in his brother’s voice.
“Not today, but you will have to acknowledge it someday. It might be us.”
Bailong held his breath. “What.. do you mean?”
“It could be the two of us. All the twins learn to soul bond. Our bond is only slightly different. Maybe, after all this is over, we can do it too.”
Bailong’s shoulders sagged with relief. “Maybe.”