Cosmically Bound

After my short nap that Mendora put me into we started on the 'testing' Mendora insisted on. But instead, it was me testing and teaching her. I knew Mendora had memory loss but I didn't expect it was this bad, she didn't even remember who her witch was or what their names were. Apparently, she didn't know the witch language fully, nor did she understand how to use magic. It was Luciean and Lunara who had to re-teach her everything and help her with her magic. I couldn't deny being the teacher instead of the student was fun, but only the yelling part. Still this entire thing was bizarre, well to me at least. I still was in denial about it. We took turns between me teaching her about the past and magic, and her telling me what was happening in the present, and what I had missed these twenty-three years. It hurt hearing what Fellion had done, and it hurt even more that Mendora truly thought Esmeray was dead. I promised myself that I would tell Mendora that he was alive after I exited the dream realm, if she knew this exact moment while I was still here then Esmeray pretty much could do anything to me. After hearing everything Mendora had to say, I was debating whether I should be happy I was in the dream realm or not. The more and more Mendora ranted about the war the more I felt bad. She was already dealing with all of this and yet I had the ego to not let her sleep peacefully. Ugh, I couldn't believe myself, no wonder she didn't want to free me. She was terrified of everything. There was a silence sitting between us two, I knew that she was going to have to leave right about now, she couldn't stay asleep forever. Neither of us wanted to speak, but not because we were mad. It was because we understood each other, after all these years. My Noxtyrix form itched under my skin, it wanted to be freed so that I could shed my scales. My skin felt like it didn't belong on my body. I brought my fingers up to my skin and resisted the urge to tear it off.

"Could you remind me of our powers, and of the entire soul thing?" Mendora spoke, cutting my thoughts like a blade.

I looked up at her, my eyes meeting her gaze. Looking back down I tried thinking of a way to describe it.

"Our powers...," I started. "I have the power to alter what a person sees and feels, like you do. I can cause them to see their worst fears, or I can make them have nightmares when they're asleep. Another thing I can do is channel lightning at my fingertips. In my Noctyrix form, I have other powers as well. I can blast lightning strikes, I can force a storm to appear, or just channel a storm. Oh, and my tail is poisonous!" I remarked trying to show off. "As for you, you can make people feel happier or calmer. You can give them dreams and ward off bad omens, you can even get rid of curses, and as you know you can heal. You can heal with your tears and blood. But you can only heal if you're happy. If you're in a state of depression...then it'll be rendered useless. One more thing is that we can both control the dream realm, this realm. I'll get into that later.  Oh, you can also control clouds and water. But for you, the water takes a bit more to control."

"I can control water?" Mendora chimed in.

I looked at her and nodded, I thought she knew that. She stared down at her hands and chuckled, fascinated by her own powers she didn't even know she had. The glimmer in her eyes reminded me of when I was younger, how happy I was to accomplish certain things. I quickly shook the thought away trying to compose myself and continue. Now was not the time for nostalgia. Before I could utter another word, she did.

"That's amazing. I've always seen people do that in movies, I didn't know I could do that! Why can I?" She questioned.

"Well because clouds are just moisture. Hence you can control water but not as freely as clouds. You could also try to move snow or ice but that'll drain way more and you definitely wouldn't be able to conjure up a snowstorm." I brought my eyes back up to her, she was beaming with excitement.

A small smile escaped my lips as I chuckled, she seemed so happy. It made me feel weird. Me and Mendora rarely got along ever, now seeing her smile made me smile. Was that what it was like to have a caring family? I remembered how my creator would cause me to smile the same way. Even if we weren't biologically related, it sure felt like it. He was my father figure after all. I forced myself to continue, not wanting to dwell on it much.