"Bring me some water," Christana heard a female voice speak even though everything felt hazy. She could still remember the ancestral plane and the dragon ancestors who had appeared before her.
Memories that were not her own filled her mind. How to morph into a dragon at will, how to manipulate water, when in dragon form, when in drakkon form. She kept her eyes shut, as she slowly filtered through the different memories. It would seem that all the dragons had given her the memories that they found useful in their lifetimes.
All these memories made her head hurt instead of making her feel any better. As she was filtering through the memories, she passed out once more.
