Reclaiming My Beloved Dragon Prince
my father suggests.
The two moon elves take positions on either end of the room and begin to trace words and symbols along the edges in dream paste. Soon our faces are all awash in blue glow as the light from the activated paste shines dully, casting us all in harsh shadows. Despite the burn of the light, I cannot close my eyes, mesmerized as they spin their illusion, the air itself growing thick with tendrils of blue and gold, as reality reforms around us. We are still ourselves, but not ourselves as the illusion takes hold. I can see my arms, and my legs but the others look like crates and boxes, dismantled materials. Even the room is dark, the fire out, and the dreamers nowhere to be seen
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