"A lot to process, isn't it?" I joked as he kept staring at me, in that shocked type of awe that make him glow with the joy of a child.
"Why aren't you elaborating?" He gasped. "You just said dragons are real, I believe you. Tell me more."
{"How old is he again?"} Chaos joked.
Ash's 18.
{"That explains a lot, he's still a kid."}
Rolling my eyes, I proceeded to tell Ash everything about what Chaos had told me, regarding the dragons who are possibly fated to hatch when I awaken his magic, all the deal with the Erebus Advent and how that affected me and made a link between the eggs and I. He listened attentively, as he would a lesson from master Thorin. And when I told him that, according to Chaos, I'm a magnet to find the eggs, he clapped his hands, giggling overjoyed as if he had just found a mine of diamond laying around.
"We'll have dragons!" He beamed. "Dragons, little dragonfly. We'll fly."
