Edge of Memory

Chapter 10: The Echo Between Us

He glanced your way. You raised a brow.

He smirked — reluctantly.

Then looked away again.

But the silence didn't feel distant anymore.

It felt charged.
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Somewhere Far Away...

Vox dreamed.

Chains. Collars. Shadows.

But in his sleep, there was a scent. A spark.

Rain. Static. You.

He stirred.

And his heart beat faster.

The guards didn't notice.

But Grimmel did.

And he smiled.

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Bonus Scene – "The Storm Before Memory"

Shared dream between Nyx and Vox

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The sky was violet.

Not the soft violet of dawn or dusk — but something electric, something pulsing with emotion and memory. Lightning crackled in slow arcs above the clouds, yet the air below was calm. Too calm.

In the center of that stillness, two dragons faced one another.

One silver and jagged, her body humming with restrained energy.

The other dark and lean, with shadows clinging to his scales like a second skin.

Nyx.
Vox.

They didn't speak in words. Dragons rarely did. But their minds touched.

And that was more than enough.

For a long moment, they simply watched.

Then Nyx stepped forward, wings folding. Her head dipped.

Recognition.

Vox blinked. His body tensed — unsure, uncertain. But not hostile.

She brushed her snout gently against his.

And the bond flickered.

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Memory Bleeds In

Suddenly — a flash.

You, laughing, younger, wind in your hair, riding between them. One on each side. Balanced.

Alek flying just ahead, looking back, grinning like nothing could go wrong.

Nyx remembered that.

So did Vox.

He recoiled slightly, as if the memory hurt.

Nyx followed — not with aggression, but with insistence. She pressed her head lightly against his again, sending another wave of shared recall:
    •    The cave where they first hatched.
    •    Your hands.
    •    The storm you flew through, barely surviving.
    •    The moment Vox was taken.

Pain surged in him. Rage. Guilt.
He turned away.

But Nyx didn't let go.

She showed him something else — something from today.

You. Now. Older. Scarred. Different. But alive. Still calling for him.

She sent the sound you made when you called his name — not a shout, but a feeling.

Vox stopped.

His eyes widened.

And in that moment — through smoke, through fog, through chains —

He remembered you.

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Back in the Real World...

Vox awoke, shaking.

He snarled, eyes wild. Not controlled. Not calm.

Grimmel's dart hit him square in the shoulder before he could lunge.

The sedative took hold fast.

But not before Vox sent out a short, sharp echo across the island.

A call.

A warning.

A memory of lightning in the dark.

And far away, sleeping at Dragon's Edge, Nyx raised her head... and answered.

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