Faelan witnessed the entire thing. He wasn't aware of it at first. Thought it was just a dream. But no, soon he realized it was Shula, he was inside Shula's psyche. Although he couldn't control her movements, he could feel her pain, the weight of the chains, the blades of the robed shadows. Her fear, he couldn't only sense, but<i>feel </i>it. Almost like it was happening to him. Even as the darkness started to surround her body, Faelan struggled to pull himself to consciousness.<br/><br/>Being tethered to her mind meant he was stuck witnessing whatever this was, and even through his will power, he only felt the connection barely fading. Soon, he seemed to be in Shula's glorified pillow. Looking up, or rather, having to follow Shula's gaze, he saw a horribly disfigured woman, who looked like someone had dropped half her face onto a burning oven. Watching the woman get pulled back, he felt himself being pulled back to his own body. Getting closer to waking up, he could hear Shula screaming, not here, but in reality.<br/><br/>Sitting up, his body feeling like it was on fire, all he could hear was Shula's screeching. Ripping himself from his bed, he launched himself towards the living room, where Shula laid on the floor thrashing around. Watching her tail swishing around erratically, he timed his jump between one of it's wild lashes, landing onto of the bucking dragon. Grabbing her wrists, he pinned her to the floor, sitting on top of her like she was a prisoner.<br/><br/>"Shula!" he yelled, trying to stir her from her nightmare. Struggling to stay on her, even while she was asleep, he continued shouting her name, holding on like he was riding a bull.