My Friend, the Flame Dragon
Saburo had been feeling unwell recently, having had rather odd fever dreams as of late. It dind’t help that the fever was exacerbated 100 times over by the raging hot summers they were having, making it worse for the redhead who was content to lie down in his room surrounded by fans which whirred gently, trying to cool his overheating body off as he detached his mind and etered the Spirit Realm, arriving in a blissfully cool mountainous area, the cold wind bringin blessed relief to his pale, sweaty face. He knew where he was, he’d been here a hundred times before. “Kouen? Are you there?” He called out weakly across the ravine, hoping for an answer from his favourite card.
















