James nodded in agreement to both what Draco and Draconius had said, though he still thought it odd that there was a mudslide. Though he soon forgot about it as he let out a loud yawn, James had used up a lot of power that day when fighting the Sandstorm Bulls. In fact he was amazed that he was even up this long, he must be getting stronger.<br/><br/>After letting out one last yawn, James leaned forward and rested his head against Draco. Soon he slipped into a quite sleep, the world lost to him as he dreamt. Though the world was lost to the boy, the boy was not lost to world. If Draco or Draconius were to look at James, they would see a face full of fear and sadness. The reason for this was that he was dreaming of his old life, or at least the moments before demon struck his village.<br/>It was the same thing most nights, he would dream a sweet dream for a bit. Then the sky above him would turn dark and red, as is the sky its self were on fire. Then the buildings would come crashing down around him, James and his parents stuck instead of there house. This is were memory and dream come grey, as James has little memory of what the demon did to his parents. Thus making what happens in the his dream very real to him. In the dream he would usually watch the demon slowly kill his parents, maybe even bring them back to life. But once done with his parents the demon would turn on James, this is the part of the dream where James usually wakes up. But not before seeing a pair blood red eyes and a very wide, creepy grain.<br/><br/>Through James sleep on the back of Draconius, his grip got tighter on Draco. Close to the point where it would hurt, but James suddenly snapped awake before that happened. His eyes wide in terror, his whole body shaking, sweat slowly sliding down his body.