Then I woke up, back in my appartment in my little town. "This makes three." I said to myself. For the past week or so I've had these strange dreams about someplace I'd never seen before.
But I still had a job to get to, and I made sure to feed my blue salamander Ikara before I left.
Well, that was the plan until a drunk driver slammed into my appartment, and pinned me against the back wall. Surprisingly enough the back wall was made of concrete, so it didn't break.
But I wasn't so lucky, the last thing I remembered seeing was Ikara nudging my hand, and then it all went to black.
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I kept shifting in and out of consciousness over what seemed like days, every time was someone new, I couldn't remember anything besides my name, Rito. As another new face came in I drifted back to sleep.
"****?" "****?"
I was hearing something, talking inside my own head. Then out of nowhere a great blue dragon appeared. "Rito?" it could talk, why could it talk, more importantly WHY WAS THERE A DRAGON IN MY HEAD!?!?
"Rito calm down. This is not your body, in fact, that is your mental image of yourself."
"Soo, what does that mean exactly?" I asked the dragon. But there was no way I was ready for the answer.
"Rito, you just died."