[@The Irish Tree] [@Guess Who] [@AdmrlStalfos19]

Dreams. Dreams were something that Homura believed in, something she believed came in multiple different forms. A dream could be something you strive for, a desire, a vision. That and so much more.

This dream, the one Homura was experiencing right now, was most peculiar. Dragons were powerful creatures. Godly, even. This one was bound. Helpless. Even so, it spoke to her, asking her questions. Questions whose answers she couldn't keep to herself.

[i][color=9e0b0f]When the time comes to untie those bonds, I will leave them behind. The strength those bonds gave me will stay. I need it to succeed in my mission.[/color][/i]

[i][color=9e0b0f]If the world has need of my strength, then I will carry those wishes with me. Those I care for, those who care for me...they give me strength. Strength that the world desperately needs.[/color][/i]

[i][color=9e0b0f]I am driven by my desire to grow stronger. Stronger so that I may protect the people I care for. Stronger so that I may surpass those that have wronged me, and show them the error of their ways.[/color][/i]

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After Homura awoke from her dream, she was greeted to Satirra's less than quiet yapping. With an annoyed sigh, she stood up and addressed the fellow Draph, who was oddly free from his cell.

[color=9e0b0f]"Who are you?"[/color] She spoke quiet enough so that no passersby would hear, but loud enough so that Cayde, Satirra, and this escaped inmate could hear. [color=9e0b0f]"I would hope that you have a good reason for being out of your cell. A plan for saving the rest of us would also be much obliged."[/color]