Time flowed faster in the vision because Val did not want to see what would happen at night, if anything at all. Outside of Arius's house carved from the rock, Val retreated to the natural cave. She found Urru in the back and watched him sleep as time sped up.

A dragon slept with his legs curled into his body, head and tail laid over each set of their legs respectively. From there, the wing draped over his body in the form of a blanket. Urru dozed in a way that reminded Val of the way that Foofy would curl up into a doggy donut, only Urru had created a dragon donut.

During the night, his body jerked in the occasional spasm. His tail would strike against the rock wall, or his claws would grate against the ground. More gouges were added to the basin of scratches in which Urru slept. Dragon scales and claws were harder than rock, by the appearance of his worn bed.

In another likeness to a dog, Urru's fidgets in his sleep reminded her of Foofy asleep in her arms in the real timeline. As far as immortal companions went, her Dobie was definitely cooler than Arius's dragon. Plus, Urru looked a lot less comfortable here on the rock without his master to join him.

His spasms worsened until he looked like he was having a seizure. When this happened, she slowed the framerate of her vision so that she could observe each contortion with concern.

Val wanted to sit beside his trembling snout where his jowls lifted to reveal fangs clenched together. Some blood dripped from his gums, a worse indication as to the involuntary nature of his body's movements. Urru, she would say if she could speak. Val wanted to try to call him out of whatever living nightmare had ensnared him, just like she would do to Foofy if he had nightmares. Only if she had a physical presence in this timeline, she would be able to help him.

Better yet, Val would get Arius to help Urru instead of doing so herself. She would want to hurl Evalaite off of the mountain with her strongest blast of Divine Judgement. That way, she would be able to help both Arius and Urru. Alas, she was nothing more than a spectator.

Without anyone here to intervene, Urru's body stilled, and his breathing ceased along with it. The dragon's body lay lifeless as his eternal flame went out. A heavy weight bore upon Val's conscience. At that moment, Urru had died alone. Val had been here to watch, yet she had not even been born at the time in which this happened. Urru was dead in her timeline.

Whatever attack that Tavras had leveled against him had proved fatal. Few thoughts drifted through her mind aside from a mortified sadness.

Upon first impressions, Urru had seemed relatively nice and reasonable, despite his close association with Arius. This vision had taught Val that Arius was not as despicable as she thought, or at least she had to lend him some pity alongside her hate. Apparently his day would only get worse, because his dragon had died. Urru did not deserve this.

Val knew little about the life cycle of dragons, but supposedly a dragon sprite was born upon every dragon's death. The ruby gem inlaid at the center of Urru's chest began to glow with a blazing light. Whatever heat and pressure that had built up there reached its breaking point.

The outer layer of the gem exploded outward with the shattering of glass. A thousand tiny, red crystals clinked across the floor of the cave. Closer to the entrance, the jagged ends of the shards caught a glint of moonlight.

A glowing creature zoomed out from the cavity within Urru's chest. Between its light and its speed, Val could hardly make out its form. From what she did see, the dragon sprite looked like an amphithere with its fringed wings tucked into its body. The sprite of Urru flew straight for the mouth of the cave and out into the night. Just like that, it disappeared into the darkness with a faint twinkle of red.

Even seeing this as a vision of the past, Val watched on with awe. She had just witnessed the death of a dragon and the hatching of a dragon sprite.

The dragons always existed as a small but fearsome species. Between their long lifespans and their strength which could rival gods, new dragons did not hatch nor did old ones die very often. Hence, this meant that a scarce few dragon sprites existed in the world. As amazing as it had been to see this, the fact remained that Urru had passed away.

Val lingered here in the slow crawl of time. The cool, night air drafted into the cave. How long would it take for Arius to wake up and realize what had happened during the night? His dragon had just died because of his campaign against Tavras.

Time sped up again as she would have to see the heart-breaking conclusion for herself. Val felt incredibly sad, yet she had chosen to do this to herself.

Morning dawned with a yellow light across the pine trees in the forest beyond. Without much to look at in the exact moment of this vision, Val moved to the front of the cave where she literally watched the sunrise. Out of no respect for the dead, the day turned brilliant when it should have been dismal.

Some sounds started to stir from within the enclave of Arius's home. Drawn to the most eventful thing in her vision, Val shifted her frame of reference to see Arius and Evalaite in the main room. Thankfully they were both dressed, but not necessarily what she would call 'decent'. Not only did Evalaite edit his memories, but she had decided to play this up the next morning as well.

It seemed that Arius would be too preoccupied at the moment to discover his dead dragon for a while.