Suddenly, the sky turns dark.

Above, blocking out the sun, is a massive cloud of young dragons. Small flames from their mouths illuminate them every now and then. Their cries fill the air as the flood out of the Agart volcano in huge numbers. As they move further from Agart, the cloud of dragons thins as they each fly to their mothers.

Most of them.

The eggs left by dragoons in the underworld's lava fields have hatched, too. The dragoons will each find a young dragon flying torard them, chirping playfully.

The clouds of dragons pass as quickly as they came, and once again the sky is empty and peaceful. Across the world, the dragons surrounding cities retreat back to their caves.

In Mist, a tall man watches the young dragons fly overhead, surrounded by a swarm of young children in monks' clothes. He bows his head as they vanish, removing the tri-crested mask on his face to wipe his eyes before replacing it solemnly. One of the children takes his hand, grinning up at him, and another shoves him forward. Together they head toward Rydia's house.

It has been a very long day.

[Anyone is welcome to bother Bahamut if they want to. If you want to meet him in a place other than Mist, just assume the sylphs dragged him there.]

The strange monk children with the pointed ears have been restless all day. They start climbing in the early evening, just before the sun sets and the air cools, clambering to the highest point in the city. They stand there, far above the ground, spreading their arms wide to welcome a great shadow in the sky.

The dragons that have been gathering around the city fly upward as one as swiftly and suddenly as if every one of them were shot from a bow as the shadow grows larger. They meet Bahamut in the sky and he strikes them down as they attack. There are no roars from him, no displays of strength, nothing that would indicate his own will is in control.

Tonight, even if you are not asleep, you dream.

( You realize that these two entities, each as mighty as a god, are fighting each other. You are unfortunate enough to be in the way. )

The injuries remain when you wake, the dragon’s roars and the sound of metal moving still ringing in your ears.

As before, the linkshells transmit emotions for a few hours after the dream is over.

Who: Those who signed up!
What: Pulling eidolons out of crystals
Warnings: None at presesnt.
Complete: No

( There is something terrible about the way they reflect the light. )

Who: Rydia, Hilda, Aerith, Yuna
What: A journey to the Feymarch
Warnings: None
Complete: No

( Float motes and yet more lava )