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The sound of a dragon’s roar echoed in the distance, the deep and rumbling call igniting a newfound confidence in me.
My tentacles began to elongate, the familiar softness giving way to scales that glittered and shimmered.
My eyesight sharpened.
But as soon as I felt the power of the dragon, it slipped through my fingers like sand.
My form wavered, caught between the octopus and the emerging dragon.
The strength I had felt moments ago now felt like a distant memory, replaced by a pang of disappointment and frustration.
I could sense Ashale’s surprise and concern but also his unwavering support.
He tried to stabilize me, wrapping his tentacles around mine, guiding and grounding me.
But it was to no avail.
The immense effort to transform drained me.
I felt the energy seeping out, leaving me breathless and spent.
I tried to communicate, but all that escaped were bubbles, each one carrying a piece of my faltering resolve.
We continued our dance, but the vigor and playfulness had dimmed, replaced by an unspoken understanding.
As we floated, locked in our gentle embrace, I felt the pull back to reality.
The spirit realm began to recede, replaced by the familiar sensations of our meditative space.
The smell of incense wafted into my nostrils, and the soft hum of the environment around us began to become more prominent.
Slowly, with a sensation that felt like surfacing from a deep dive, we phased back into our original human forms.
The last remnants of our aquatic adventure still clung to us — the coolness of the water, the brine of the sea, and the slight tingling where our tentacles had touched.
We sat there for a moment, catching our breath, our foreheads nearly touching.
I could feel Ashale’s warm breath against my face, and the comforting thud of his heartbeat resonated with my own.
“That was… intense,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
Panting heavily, I gazed deeply into Ashale’s eyes, searching for answers.
The dim light in our meditative space reflected off Ashale’s eyes, illuminating them with an almost ethereal glow.
“Why can’t I seem to form the dragon like I can with the others? It’s like I’m almost there, but it slips away just as I grasp it,” I murmured, the hint of frustration evident in my voice.
The sounds of our ragged breaths filled the silence that stretched between us, while the soft texture of the mats beneath us grounded our senses.
Ashale’s expression was contemplative. “The dragon,” he began, his voice a low rumble, “is a creature of free spirit. Unlike the others, it doesn’t bend to one’s will easily. It requires a connection of a higher order.”
He paused, his fingers gently brushing against my cheek, the soft touch sending shivers down my spine. “In our realm, it represents ultimate power, but it also demands ultimate trust and unity.”
His admission caught me by surprise. “Wait, are you saying you’ve never summoned the dragon either?”
Ashale shook his head slowly. “I’ve tried, many times, but I’ve never truly come close. However, when we connected for a split second, I sensed the dragon’s power in you. It was more than I had ever felt on my own. It gave me hope.”
I was momentarily taken aback, both flattered and bewildered. “But why is it so essential now?”
