The Awakening of His Luna

**Synopsis:

Kemy

Golden Dragons: the strongest among all the huge reptilians that dared to gain the skies. We had an empire, now we only have each other.

Once upon a time, there were thousands of us, but now there are only seven of us.

Our population was wiped out in a treacherous war. The Red Dragons lured and attacked us in our sleep, killing all of our elderly and young. This was the first battle, one that we couldn’t fight, for it happened covered by the dark veil of night and the sneaky schemes of lies.

We watched our people die, and some of us—like my sister Mallory and I— lost more than our families and friends, we lost our freedom.

My sister and I were set apart and taken to laboratories, becoming our enemies' prisoners.

We would have died there if the Great Golden Dragon Spirit, the original golden fire that created us and reunited the souls and the songs of all Golden Dragons hadn’t found its way to Earth.

The Spirit made its home in the soul of a young witch.

Fate brought the witch, brought Alma towards the golden clan, the few Golden Dragons who struggled to survive and keep our breed’s legacy alive. She met our King Egan, and shared with him a night of love that never met the dawn. The fire of their love wouldn’t ever fade, but rather it brought forth a miracle and a curse.

Alma was pregnant with the Golden Dragon clan's last hope, with the last dragon’s heir.

But rather than the child in her womb, Alma ended up being our miracle, she gave our clan hope and helped us to fight and heal.

I didn’t know her, I didn’t know any of this, though I could feel something warm in my soul, as the light of hope extended its wings.

My dragon Ember could reach her and ask for help.

We were still in the claws of the enemy, lost in an eternal dream.

Prologue

Kemy

I was in a field of daisies, the same place I’ve ever been since I can remember, since my life became an endless dream.

Being alone with my dragon Ember waiting for many eternities, it seemed to be my destiny, trying to find words in the silence of my mind.

Or at least it was like that in the days I didn’t see him. His presence brought me some comfort, made me feel less lost inside myself, made me feel more real. I’ve dreamt for so long, that I started feeling myself like a dream as well.

A smile formed on my lips, as my gaze found the wolf’s silhouette appearing on the far horizon, only a shadow outlined by the sunlight. But every time it seemed like he was a bit closer, maybe one day he could reach me. Maybe if I could touch him, touch reality, I would wake up.

Of course, I wasn’t only waiting, planted here like a tree. I tried to run towards him, but it didn’t help at all. It was the same as trying to reach the sun or the stars. My steps took me farther away rather than closer to him. I guess that the secret was to let him come close.

For some unknown reason, I knew that everything around me was an extension of myself, an illusion of my mind. Except him, he was somehow connected to me, but he was something else, someone else.

Sometimes I wondered if he was also dreaming about me and that was why we could meet.

I murmured into the silence, “Come close, take me away from my dreams or let me dream with you.”