Chapter 7 (Josephs POV) He Talks To Him...

I looked back to John one last time before I went inside my tent. He was still standing completely still by the fire, I could not tell if he was lost in thought, or if he was not thinking at all. I shook my head though, I knew that I needed to worry about myself first, because I knew that John would be fine.

He always was, or at least that is what he would say. I was pretty sure that he had 0 emotions at this point. I wondered what had happened to him in his life to make him like that. I knew that I would hate to live like that, for sure.

If he had any emotions, we did a damn good job at hiding them, that was for sure. I stared him down for a little bit longer, even though I knew that he could not see me doing it. I still had this feeling that he had a 6th sense and he knew I was doing it anyways.

I shivered a little bit, mainly because of him seeming to know what I was doing at all times, but also there was the fact that it was starting to get cold in the night air, around this time of the year. I hated the cold, the snow was terrible to me.

I knew that a lot of people loved it, they liked to play in it, and all of those other things. It was hell to me, just a lot colder than you thought that hell would be. Last year it was miserable for us, we stayed in our tents all the time and we were halfway to the point of us starving.

The tent was the only place for me where it was not freezing. I am sure it was the same for the others as well, there was not much talking going on at that time to ask people about it. It was mainly due to the fact that we were far apart, but also the factor that my father and Uncle were so broken.

They still were in a sort of sense, but at least now they got up and did their daily task. I felt worse for Uncle, even though it was my mother that was the reason my father was hurt. I knew that Uncle was so close to his wife, my father was hard to comprehend for me because I did not know my father.

I walked into the tent, feeling a small little breeze fit through the cracks in the woods, and it made me shiver once again as I closed the door to my tent. I then went straight to my blanket and my pillow that were laying on the soft little bed that I slept on every night.

The blanket warmed me up right away, and it made life feel a little bit better in the short little moment. As I also was happy due to the fact that I was not lost in thought like my father and Uncle were all of the time. In fact I was not sure if they were even lost in thought or if they had no thoughts in their mind at this moment in time.

I shook my head, trying not to think too deep on it. I was tired as is, and I had failed the whole group once again. They did not know that I had, I just always had my mind trapped in thought. I was always so worried about all of the people that were in our group.

I was mainly worried for my sister and my girl friend. I missed them both so badly, and I was still clinging to some sort of hope that they were still alive. I was pretty sure that they were not, I had heard that more people had been killed in the city, than the amount that had made it out.

They had no way out either, they would just be running, and I was pretty sure that a dragon would have spotted them. I shook my head, it also did not help that when I brought it up, John would tell me, "they are dead, get over it." That for sure did not get my spirits up.

I closed my eyes for real this time, my body had very much warmed up the blanket for me, and I was now fairly comfortable. I did get one last shiver however, which I was not sure as to why or how that was possible, and then I fell asleep.

I woke up, but I was not in a tent this time. I was in a completely different area, as I usually was when I had my dreams. I heard talking, but it was not the voice of a human talking as I could tell the difference between a dragon and a human quite easily.

I already knew how this dream was going to go for me. I was going to listen to the dragons talk, and then when I woke up in the morning, I was going to have to tell John all about the dream that I had. It was getting quite repetitive at this point if I was going to be completely honest.

John had told me that we were doing something though soon, were we now planning on meeting up with our legion? I then began to grow a small amount of excitement. It was what I had been waiting for, for quite some time now.

We were going to be fighting back against the dragons, and we were going to be teaching them a lesson! Sure dragons were a lot stronger than humans, but they were not as smart, and there were many things that they could not do, that a human could do.

As I got closer, I heard a familiar dragon speaking this time. It was not Plyma, he was a purple dragon that led the black dragons into war. Or at least he planned it, I never heard about him being the one that fought, he seemed a bit of a coward if I was going to be completely honest with myself.

As I got closer I realized that these were red dragons. They were much smaller than the black dragons, and they seemed to be a lot more friendly than them as well. I had not heard of them attacking any humans in the war. In fact I had not heard of them at all, many had thought that they had all been killed.

I thought so maybe as well, I had not heard from their leader and seen them in my visions ever sense a few months after the attack. Here I was this time, and it had to be something important surely right? They weren't planning on teaming up with the black dragons right?

They weren't nearly as big as the black dragons for sure, but we were already having enough trouble with them. Millions of people had already died as I had heard from the people that came to talk to John. Millions more would be coming, hardly any black dragons had been killed I had also heard.

As I got closer to the red dragons I noticed the leader right away, it was Himla, and by his side was Socra. I had heard speaking but it almost looked as if Himla was asleep... What was the reason that I had come here in the first place then?

I then realized that he was not asleep, he just had his eyes closed, and he had the position like it looked like he was about to fall asleep. He began to speak back to Socra, as I realized it was her voice that I had been hearing from not too far away from me.

"We need to give it... Maybe Plyma is right, we have tried helping humans for years now. They attack us anyways, I do not want to risk the life of my last son." Himla said to her. She looked at him for a few moments, and I could tell that both dragons were in a lot of pain.

It was not because they had been in fights, they were in mental pain a lot more than they were physically. I sat there for a few moments, had Himla gone crazy? I had not seen him talking like that the last time that I had seen them.

Something must have happened... It did not make sense, I knew that his son had been killed, surely that would make him more angry with the black dragons right? I did not say anything, I was truly interested in what it was that they had to say to each other.

If I let them know I was there, then they would lie to me... I knew that for a fact. If they had known that I had heard them talking about joining the black dragons, than they would for sure. I sat there behind a tree and just listened in as I heard Socra begin to try to talk some sense into him.

"Himla, your son does not want you to do that, he wants you to fight back. The black dragons will kill us anyways, do you not realize that?" She said to him. He sat there with his eyes closed still as if he had not heard what Socra had just said to him.

They sat there for a bit longer, neither of them spoke a word to each other. For a few moments I wondered if they had noticed me, and that was why they were not talking, but then all of the sudden Himla got up from where he was and he opened his eyes.

He looked at his deputy, and I could see almost as if there was anger in his eyes. It was a bit of a surprise to me, was he really this willing to give in to the black dragons? I then closed my eyes, as I then heard Himla began to speak back to Socra, and I could tell that he was letting out all of his anger.

"He wants to fight back, because you told him to do so... Me and Plyma used to be good friends..." I heard him say back to Socra. I opened my eyes, because it sounded like Himla was about to attack her. He just stood there completely still and just stared at her.

Socra I could tell was doing her best to keep her calm, and to not fight back against Himla. I had not seen Himla like this ever before, and it came as a bit of a surprise to me, I always thought of him as a good and strong leader. Now I was not so sure if whether that were true or not.

Socra closed her eyes, and she did her best to keep her calm. As I could tell that she was practically fuming now. I did not blame her either, she was a great deputy, and I could tell that her friend was not right in the head right now, and she could clearly see that as well.

She opened her eyes, and then she began to talk back to him, keeping her calm still, as she had a smooth and steady tone in her voice as she spoke back to him, even though she had every right to be angry at what her leader had just said to her.

"This is what they want... You and Plyma used to be friends... He betrayed you and stole the dragon you loved. You think that if you give in to his demands, he wont just kill all of us after he exterminates the human race? This is exactly what he wants." She said to him. Himla looked at her, and then I saw his anger begin to leave, as he lowered his head down to the ground.

He knew that she was right with what she had just said to him. It stung him to think about it like that as well. I knew that he used to be good friends with their leader too. Their leader was clearly a changed person though, it was not that hard to see that.

Himla sat there with his head turned down at the ground, he was in a lot of pain. I felt bad for him, he had lost so much... But we all had though, he needed to get over it now, he needed to lead his tribe, I know he had not been doing a very good job.

He finally looked up at his deputy, and his best friend, as he began to talk to her once again. This time he seemed to come to some sort of sense, and I was happy that he did as well. But I could also see that he was in a lot of pain as well still.

"Yes... He also sent the dragons that killed my son... You are right, but I can not lead this clan anymore, tell the others that I am stepping down from the role in the morning... You are stronger than me now, I am not what I once was..." He said to her. She looked at her friend dead in the eyes for a few moments, and I looked down at the ground.

I could not watch all of this unfold, it hurt me to see other people in a lot of pain like this. That was just the type of person that I was. Even if it was someone that I did not like, I still did not want to see them in pain, it was evil if you did.

Socra finally began to speak back to her friend, which was apparently no longer the leader of their tribe. I lifted my head to hear what it was that she was saying, and also tell if she meant what she was saying for real as well.

"Himla... We need you, the tribe needs you. You can still be who you once were, your son needs you... He is the dragon of destiny." She said to him. He looked at her for a few moments, and he stared down at the ground once again. I could tell that he knew that she was right, but he just did not want to admit it.

He sat there for just a little bit longer, and then he looked back up at her. He squinted her eyes at her, not as if he was angry at her, because I could tell that he knew that she was right. But he was just trying to hide all of his emotions at the moment.

"The tribe needs you, I cannot lead, you are the leader, not me... I will be there for the ceremony tomorrow, and then I am done... You have taught my son well so far, now keep on going and do not stop." He said to her. She looked at him as if he was crazy but she did not say anything about it for quite a few moments.

Himla seemed to be staring into her soul, and I could tell that it was really getting into her head. Himla shook his head and then he began to walk away from her and out of the small little clearing that they had met to talk about all of that.

Socra stopped him though, just before he walked into the tree line, and she then began to speak up, a bit loudly to him, just to make sure that he could hear what it was that she felt like she had to say to him. He turned his head to listen to her.

"Jangra... He is with Plok, he talks to him."