What is this body I’m in


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    Dragon? Did I hear that right? Aslan questioned his newborn hearing ability. Such a thing as a dragon is even more illogical than having magic exist. The dragons he had only watched were on the instant tattoos you would get when you buy chewing gum.


    Not long after the emperor left him and the empress, he was called back to the office by Chancellor Orvill. While in the empress''s embrace, Aslan was greeted by the empress''s beautiful humming. It reminded him of his mother from the old world; she used to hum just like her, though now the memories that remained of her were like an old dream fragmented yet in pieces that come and go in his mind each time breaking off pieces of his heart. This empress is now his mother, yet he can''t accept her as one just yet. How could he? All the things that had been given to him up until this point by adults were nothing but misery. Sure, the misery is a thing of the past, but the wound will always remain, always.


    And yet he thought to himself, Perhaps this feeling isn''t so bad after all. Thus, as the night sky began to glow with starlight spanning across the black canvas of space, he stayed in the empress''s embrace, holding onto her so tightly as if, had he let go, it all would melt away.