I was walking through a city with my Jake. It appeared to be Asian. I wasn't sure exactly were it was. It was beautiful with its old structures that had to be several hundred years old.

I said to Jake, "Isn't this lovely?'' as we sat down at an outdoor cafe.

"It sure is. What a beautiful city this is,'' he agreed, as a waiter came to take our order.

Suddenly the ground began to rumble and quake. The street cracked and the ground heaved. Buildings began to crumble. I heard a frightening evil laugh from the distance, and a voice that said, "Free at Last. Free at Last.''

The laughter grew louder and louder, until I was looking at a giant black dragon. I stared in shock for a moment. Dragons weren't real, yet I was looking at one coming straight toward me. Fire and frost he breathed, and it began destroying the city. Jake and I made a run for it, while the city was being torn apart around us.

The dragon spoke. "All shall come to fear me, and kneel before me."

We continued running, along with hundreds of other people, toward the main square.

The mysterious creature landed in the square and said, "Kneel before me.''

No one listened.

"I said kneel!" He yelled with a deafening roar which caused glass to shatter. Everyone including myself and Jake did as he ordered

"Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

That sounded word for word like Loki's speech in The Avengers. Wait a second, it was.

"Not to a monster like you,'' a man defiantly shouted as he stood up.

"There is no one like me,'' the dragon retorted.

"There is always someone like you.''

"Look to your elder, everyone. Let him be an example," commanded the Dragon. The man was frozen solid by a blast of ice, and it seemed his remains where drawn into the creature. He then let out a frighting deep evil laugh. It started off slow and low but slowly got deeper and faster and more menacing.

I woke up in a sweat, with my Jake beside me. What had I just seen? Was it a vision of something that had yet to happen? Or something else? I felt very uneasy. It seemed all too real. Everyone knew dragons were the stuff of legend, so why would I have a dream or vision about one? Jake and I had been through a lot the last thirteen years. Our sons, Percy and Diego, are teenagers, 13 and 12 respectively. We even defeated Count Dracula. But this was truly weird—and I have had my share of weird.

"Hey, Bells, what's the matter?'' Jake said putting his arms around me.

"I had the most peculiar dream. We were someplace in Asia and a dragon destroyed the city and made everyone bow to him. One man who defied the monster was absorbed into him.''

"The only person I would ever bow to is the Leader of the Council, and that's Azarel, in New York City. I could never imagine him asking us to do that though. It's just not in his nature. Now if someone lived in the Leech Palace, they'd be doing it every five minutes—every single day of the week.''

I got a good laugh out of that remark. It's no wonder he and his cousin get along so well.

"You never miss a chance to crack a joke, do you?'' I asked, rolling my eyes as I looked at the clock. It wasn't too early in the morning, fortunately.

"You know we've been through a lot these last few months. I'll be glad to spend a few days in New York City, the capital of Wolfdom," Jake replied.

"I think we'd better get back to sleep. We do have to be up early for our flight.'' And we did just that.

In the morning, Jake and I got dressed and moved our suitcases to the front door. The rest of the pack would be meeting us shortly for our drive to the airport. Our thirteen year old son, Percy, was in the kitchen making toast with strawberry jam. His brother, Diego, was making bacon. The TV was tuned to CNN.

"Morning, Mom and Dad. Me and Diego decided to make you breakfast," our son announced.

Diego brought the bacon to the table and poured the orange juice. "That's very sweet of you guys. This sure looks good,'' Jake complimented our sons.

"No sweat, Dad. I've learned from the Iron Chef, herself," Percy said.

Suddenly, I heard the distinctive music of CNN, and the voice of James Earl Jones. "This is CNN, Breaking News.''

"Good Morning, this is John Kingston. CNN has learned of strange events coming out of Nepal. A small village within the mountains of Nepal was wiped out by a mysterious force. Several hundred people are dead, and many more missing or wounded. This does not appear to be an act of terror or an earthquake. Nepal, however, is an earthquake zone, so it is not being ruled out."

The newscaster put his finger to his ear. "I have learned that CNN has obtained an exclusive video which shows the event in detail. It is a bit blurry and shaky. I must warn our viewers, that some may find the content in this video highly disturbing."

The news showed what appeared to be some large black winged creature laying waste to everything in sight.

"Jake—that seems a lot like my dream.'' What in the world is going on now? Everyone knows dragons aren't real.

"Honey, I don't think it's related."

"What on earth could that be?" Percy said, trying to get a better look at the blurry figure.

"Your guess is as good as mine, buddy,'' Jake answered.

"You know, after what we saw a couple years ago, anything is possible,'' Diego replied, as we started eating our breakfast. After what I had seen, both in my dreams, and on TV, I had a feeling we were about to have some more encounters of the supernatural kind. I, however, wanted to focus on our trip to New York.