A strange power drew Valarinth away into a shadowy realm devoured by a swirling mist. A silouhette lumbered closer from the distance and the head of a massive dragon appeared from behind a wall of the growing mists. It was white and belonged to the one that had crashed outside the school not long before. The head smiled, or at least seemed to. With a voice deep and rumbling, it began to speak.<br/><br/>"Believe me when I say that I had no idea we would ever have to meet this way."