''Thoughts…are…cycles…'' Xueyao kept mumbling out restlessly in her sleep.
''Master…Master…don't go…please don't leave me alone again…''
It was the morning of the three day deadline. Half of her Master's red magic had been fused with her dragon bead inner core and she is expected to repair the dying golden white lotus plant before the day ends.
''Master!'' Xueyao rolled until she fell of from the bed, hitting the ground so hard to jolt her awake.
''Ahhh,'' She sat up, rubbing the side of her head and realizing it was all just one good, sad dream.
Xueyao tried to think of where she was. She stared around at the striking familiarity and realized she was currently in the Black Dragon's room.
The Black Dragon…?
Xueyao quickly tried to get back on her feet but fell when the heavy dark sheets still wrapped around her body prevented that. She gasped and turned around to glare at it before kicking her legs angrily and freeing herself from the tight wrap.
