Black dragons flew over the canopy. Bloom was sitting outside toying with his claws. He heard the flapping of dragon wings overhead. He looked up. A dragon swooped down from above. Bloom stumbled back. "Wh...who are you!?" Bloom shrieked. "Wow you scare easily don't you?" The dragon said. "Don't worry I'm just a messenger, and you won't get hurt if you cooperate." The dragon said while stepping forward. Bloom scooted back. His eyes were filled with fear. The dragon laughed. "What do you want me to do?" Bloom hissed. The dragon bent down to be on his level. "Bring your dragonets to us, and no harm will come to you or Magma. If you do follow those instructions and have another egg we'll come for it." The dragon whispered. "And if I don't?" Bloom hissed. "I guess you won't live to see the end of the war." The dragon then put something under his nose and everything went black. 

Bloom woke up sweat soaked his face. He was in bed. Bloom rubbed his head. He had a bruise there. I don't remember hitting my head. He thought. His eyes widened after remembering the things that happened the night before. It was probably just a dream after all I woke up in bed.