Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #69: "Thunder"
The thunder finds me in my dreams.
I think it's just a storm at first, until I start to pick out the staccato beats of words, the rumbling, echoing message beneath the clouds. We're too far from any Hold for it to be real, but this is a dream, and I'm not in Igen Weyr any more. I'm in the Hold's drumtower, and the message, the message...
My family is dead. All of them.
Weeping, I wake to thunder, and my dragon's whirling red eyes.
There was a message for you while you slept, he tells me. I'm so sorry.
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