Shula fell into a deep sleep with similar ease. When she woke up the smell of incense and mumbling assaulted her senses. She felt heavy, like her body were made of lead and as she opened her eyes strands of hair slightly obstructed her vision. Golden locks cascaded down her shoulders and silken robes caressed her body. Intricate lace embroidered the silk cuffs and edges, the garment feeling luxurious on her skin. She sluggishly moved her hand up in an attempt to push her hair out of her face but was surprised when a thick lead chain weighted the limb down. Dread hit her like a truck and adrenaline coursed through her body, shaking the dragon out of her groggy stupor. She snapped her head up, blood pounding in her ears as she was surrounded by a mass of flowing robes and bodies. Voices and chants filled the room, hands reaching out to tear and pluck at Shula's skin, hair, teeth and scales. They poked needles into her and cut her bare skin with knives, the faceless assailants drawing the very essence from her body. She felt suffocated and smoke burnt her lungs as she tried to spew her flames. She trashed, yelled, clawed, and bit but nothing seemed to deter the waves of the very cultists that had tortured her in her younger years. Writhing in pain and crawling on the ground in an attempt to get away she wept, clawing at the floor as a pool of blood gathered itself underneath her mutilated body. Darkness gathered itself at the edges of her vision, fading until there was pure darkness.<br/><br/>Gasping for breath Shula bolted up in her bed, breathing heavily and holding her chest. She was startled when someone perched themselves at the edge of her nest and she looked up to the face of a rather startling looking woman. Half of her face was burnt horribly, her right eye looking to be completely destroyed and her hair and right ear being non existent. Instead of horror Shula found relief and comfort, reaching up immediately to hug herself against the woman's chest.<br/><br/>"Amelia!" Shula exclaimed, squeezing the woman tightly. The woman hugged the dragon back, running a hand through her blond hair in a comforting gesture.<br/><br/>"Shhhh, I'm right here...I'm right he-" The voice cut off and Shula fell forward onto the hard ground, caught off guard at the disappearance of the body. Shula looked around, calling Amelia's name like a lost child as the roof of the house caught on fire. Suddenly the dragon was outside,watching as her home was engulfed in flames. The woman ran forward only to be choked my chains around her neck as dark shadows held her back, That when she really really started trashing.<br/><br/>"Let me go! No! I need to go back!" She screamed, fire spewing from her lips.<br/><br/>Outside of her dream the woman was thrashing in her sleep, letting out a gut wrenching shriek that could have woken up the entire apartment complex. Despite how hard Shula fought in her dream she couldn't seem to escape the relentless memories.