Nebula

“Flower, gleam and glow, let your power shine; make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine. Heal what has been hurt, change the fates’ design; save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine. What once was mine…”

Slowing his breathing, he slipped into the mind of a crying hatchling. Within her mind, he appeared, startling her with his appearance. Before she could open her maw to wail, the dragon brushed his starry tail feathers across her forehead and held his tail up for her to play with the tail bauble attached. Giggling, she jumped up and around, desperately flapping her tiny wings in attempt to claim the shiny ornament. Lifting his tail back up, he leaned down, pressing his skull-clad forehead against hers, which in turn caused his vivid caribbean eyes to meet hers.

“Close your eyes, kid. Think about all of the happy memories you had with your dad.”

Nodding quietly, she complied. As she drifted through her mind, he made sure to slightly alter all of the events preceding the massacre so that it seemed that he was highly sick and that he simply passed away on good terms. Sad to see that the child lost her mother at such a young age and her father soon after, but she’s got a good support system, it seems…