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She opened her eyes to near pitch darkness, caused by the swirling purple clouds above, lightning crackling and occasionally striking the ground in a lilac flash, followed soon after by a powerful boom of thunder. She braced herself with sluggish movements and lifted herself up from the grainy terrain she found herself in.

Still collecting her thoughts together, she looked around that strange place: the horizon opened up to a wasteland, illuminated only by the constant thunderstorm, with giant gray mounds set apart from the obsidian ground. Seeing no vantage in standing there, she sighed and started heading north. Or yet, she thought she was going north.

As she walked along with no purpose, she got to take a better look at the odd mounds. Analyzing at a closer distance, it seemed that statues fit a better description to those shapes. All of them depicted weird mythical creatures, bigger than a building, either collapsed or reaching out desperately to something. What, exactly, she couldn't tell.

A soft hum suddenly and slowly echoed through the air, the lightning storm seemingly stopping in a brief moment of silence. She looked around her blindly, in search for the origin of the humming, to land her eyes on one of the statues, a humanoid shaped falcon reaching out to the skies, its wings stuck on a mid take off stance, as if to lift its half buried body.

She gasped quietly as light began to come from the statue, a simple spark leaving its body and taking of to the darkened sky. Her legs buckled as the ground began to shake, throwing her off balance unceremoniously to the trembling earth. Thousands of statues lit up, the small sparks gathering above in what could only be described as pure unbound energy.

She watched in amazement as the light morphed and began to withdraw. She barely had time to shield herself as energy scattered with a massive boom, shaking the land to its very core, the ground cracking from the intensity, throwing her several feet away through the sheer impact.

She landed with a heavy thud, the air being knocked out of her body. She groggily began to gather herself, it seemed that nothing was broken. Shaking her head to gather her thoughts, she hastily got up and looked upwards again, her confusion immediately dispelled with the sight before her.

The light shining seconds ago was replaced by a gigantic dragon. Even in mid air, it had a clear humanoid stance, the slick black and purple scales serving as an almost perfect camouflage and although it wasn't as big as some as the other statues, it definitely stood out in bulk. Craning her neck to look further upward, her eyes landed on the dragon's face, a triangular, shark like head covered in black scales, two small purple horns protruding from the sides of it's head and a bigger, sharp purple horn coming from the middle of it's head facing forward. It's eyes shone in a cold yellow light as it roared with a mighty rage and, without sparing a glance to it's land of birth, flew towards the stormy sky.

The boom of thunder was what woke her up from her dream, shaking her out of her half dreaming daze in almost an instant. She shot out of bed in a tangled mess, breathing quickly as if the influx of oxygen would calm her rapidly beating heart. After making sure she wouldn't have a heart attack, she glanced to the clock at her bedside table, sighing heavily as the hands marked two in the morning.

She sat at the edge of the bed, facing the window which displayed the storm outside. Various flashes of lightning danced across the cloudy sky, with booms of thunder accompanying them soon after. The sight did nothing to drown the ringing in her ears, or help her forget the image of that dragon imprinted on the very back of her mind.

Letting out another defeated sigh, she made her way to the desk, her sketchbook conveniently left open on a blank page. She carelessly sat in front of the desk, turning on the lamp and stretching her wrists, she wouldn't be able to sleep if she didn't get that scene out of her head.

Picking a random pencil, she let her mind wander as the graffiti lines on the page slowly began to form a half baked copy of that dream wasteland, her mind too sluggish to make a decent drawing. After deciding that the sketch was good enough, she flipped to another empty page and began to draw the dragon. Her movements on autopilot as the image slowly took form, the thunder outside sounding eerily similar to the roars of a beast.