Freya''s POV


    I woke up and slowly went out of my bed, I''m so tired, lately, I wasn''t able to find sleep. It started after I met him, Apocalypse Vermillion, I know I shouldn''t trust him but his words just so so true to my ears. Each time I close my eyes they ring in my ears and bite me like a venomous snake. I know I should trust grandfather but I just can''t bring myself to do that anymore, why is it so ? It has been this way for five hundred years so why would I start to have doubts now of all time, when enemies of my people are at our door.


    I walked to the mirror and looked at myself, Few clear blue scales arbored my body. My blue hair fell on the body that towers most of my kin, well, the few I''ve seen so far. My slitted eyes too were as blue as the sky I often fly free in. None of my face lines were similar to his, he had a strong and wide jaw while mine is small and elegant, his forehead was large and seemed like it could have been used as a hammer whereas mine is little and cute. In no way was he similar to me and yet I still felt a strange feeling of being home when he hugged me, the same I use to feel when I was with grandfather.


    I dressed and went outside, everywhere the eyes can see is just dead, no flowers or grass grow here, our mountains are as brown as our plains. We are creature of the goddess but if we stay too long somewhere the things around will just die, our large mana pool is to blame, few are the things that can survive a place filled with such pure mana, some lower Dragons even die because their body can''t bear the burden it places on them. I wonder why she created us so imperfect when we are supposed to be her heralds.


    I looked at the sky and two large wings sprouted from my back, I flapped them a few times and took off the ground. I can''t go outside our lands without my grandfather permission, so I can''t go and see Apocalypse in order to ask him for more answers. I remember the first time I heard his voice was through this roaring so maybe if I do so I could get in contact with him. I took a deep breath I mustered as much power in my vocal cords and roared, or at least I tried.


    |Luuuuiiiiaaaa !!|(Freya)


    It only turned out to be a small roar that wouldn''t even be heard a few kilometers away, I could use magic to enhance my voice but the roar I had heard did not contain magic so I do not think that kind of thing would work. Could it be it needs to be done by several people at the same time, I remember there were other voices along with his. But I can''t ask anybody, they would report to grandfather, he is such a worry heart. What else could I use to get in contact with him ? I could use a spiritual contact by using magic but it would get spotted after sometimes, that may still be the best option I have at hand.


    I went back to my room and barricaded all the entrances, none of them can resist the strength of a Dragon but they wouldn''t barge into my room using all their strength so it should buy me a few seconds which is somewhat good enough. I never needed to spiritually contact someone but I did study the spell to do so just in case I ever needed to do so, five hundred years can be pretty long when you have nothing to do and even more so when you''re not allowed to leave home.


    I sat down and crossed my legs. Since I am not yet a full-fledged Ancient Dragon I have to chant an aria if I want a spell of this magnitude to work, or at least that is what I''ve been told. Okay, breath in breath out, picture the one you want to contact and imagine there is a thread linking him to you, okay, I got it. Sigh, I still wonder why his image is so much burned in my mind but this will turn out to be useful.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!


    |I ask of you spirits that dwell in our dreams, link his mind and soul to mine. You who feast on nightmares I plead you to heed my call, dance and find the one I am looking for, abide by the name Freya. Allow me to discuss with those that are far away, to be seen by those who are blind and to be heard by the deaf. Little sprite of our dreams, dance and go, form the link between us {Mind pull}|(Freya)


    I closed my eyes and entered my mind, something us Dragons learn to do very young as to perfect our emotional stability and older Dragons often use it to get some peace and quiet while they think or just to stay awake even though they have entered the long sleep. The long sleep is a kind of hibernation Dragons go through to gain more power, that''s the difference between us and the children of the earth, while they gain power by killing and battling us Dragons just need to sleep to gain more power. That is one of the few things I have learned about our enemy.


    I look at the towers of Ivory and gold I built from my imagination, trees as green as the sky is blue. Bird could be heard chirping and deer could be seen munching on grass, this is what our realm should look like and not like the dead wasteland that it is in reality. What pains me is that our magic gives us the power to make it so but our kind care too little to use it to brighten their lands, they prefer to use their power for small things like creating bed of golds, a metal which enhances our growth in the long sleep, that''s why most of us like this metal.


    After a few minutes I felt his mind connect to mind, I looked at where it should be and was met with a dark space without any building or even wildlife, it seemed so dead. Four figures were standing at the edge, looking at me without moving. One was a Dragon with blue scales, another was a giant with scorched-earth-like skin and a red as blood armor covered in spike, another was a tall woman and the last one was someone who looked like Apocalypse, but I could tell it was not him, he was too short.


    Each of them seemed familiar to me but never in my life had I met them. The one looking like Apocalypse was the first to move, he stepped out of the dark space and walked up to me. His eyes fell on me and showed family.


    |Are you really Freya, I mean, I can feel you are but ... to think we would have the opportunity to meet you ...|(Evan)


    |Ah ... oh ... yes, I am Freya.|(Freya)


    The other also stepped out of the darkness and came to me, the man nodded to them and they all suddenly knelt in front of me. I am used to this amount of respect but it took me by surprise just now, they can''t be Apocalypse since he hadn''t even knelt before the other Apostles so he would have no reasons to kneel before me only. They all stood up after sometimes and the man spoke.


    |Sorry to have surprised you Freya, it just that some of us have you to thank for their creation.|(Evan)


    |What do you mean and where is Apocalypse, I need to talk to him.|(Freya)


    |One thing at a time Freya, we will call Apocalypse later. And as to answer your question, most of us were created because Apocalypse felt he was missing something and it turned out that what he was missing ... was you, his twin sister.|(Dragon)


    |But Grandfather never told me I had a brother, much less a twin.|(Freya)


    |Of course, he wouldn''t, why would he have tried to kill our father in front of our mother''s eyes to then tell you the truth ?|(Tytan)


    |Grandfather would never do that.|(Freya)


    |AND YET HE DID, I do not blame him, it was war and our mother loved the enemy but Apocalypse won''t be so nice. We''ll shut up and leave you two alone, Apocalypse his coming.|(Tytan)


    They all nodded and went away. Then, from the shadows he stepped out, Apocalypse, his eyes locked with mine and he ran to me and squeezed me between his arms, with warms and care. He gently whispered in my ears with a shaking voice.


    |I missed you, sis.|(Apocalypse)