The Dragon Who Would be a Dragon Slayer

"What is this??" Jadaka asked pointedly. 

He received no answer from the darkness, and instead only more silence ensued. 

He felt his irritation at what he considered to be a childish game was quickly reaching it's threshold. 

"I grow tired of this jest!! Declare your intentions for summoning me to this place or be gone from-"

"You are exactly what I need... You will be the one to kill the betrayer."

"Do I look to be an assassin to you? Should you desire someone's head I believe it best you find someone more suited to that line of work."

"You need not be an assassin when you and I desire the demise of the same man..."

Visions began to play within Jadaka's dreamscape. 

He saw a man with red hair, beautifully tanned skin and fabled red and purple eyes. 

Even though Jadaka had never seen his nephew in person, he had heard his description more than enough times to recognize him at a glance.