The shadow dragon growled. "I'm older and more experienced. I'm in charge."
"No, this is my body and you're invading it. I'm in charge."
"I will hurt you."
"I'm not afraid. If you kill me, it will probably kill you, too."
The darkness faded until it was replaced by the neutral gray and brown colors of his mind. Neither the mirror lake nor the rolling hills were anywhere to be seen.
But instead of being able to open his actual eyes and see the real world, he was trapped inside his brain with a two-headed dragon.
The black dragon head looked straight at him. "You remember me now and know what I can do. Tell the baby to listen to me."
The blue and white dragon straightened his neck. "I'm young, not a baby. And I stood by him when you left."
"It wasn't by choice," the black dragon growled.
Killian closed his eyes and opened them, but the two-headed dragon was still standing not far from him. The body remained blue with white patches, which made the black neck and head stand out and almost appear ominous.
Placing a hand on his forehead, Killian murmured, "I don't know what's happening. No one is supposed to have two dragons inside their mind. Maybe I'm dead."
The black dragon head jumped in. "I don't think so. You're just unconscious."
"And how do you know that?" he asked.
The black dragon huffed. "Because I peeked while you were lying there."
Killian looked up. "Wait, what?"
"Someone opened our eye and I took control."
The baby dragon growled. "This is my body. I should always be in control."
The two dragon heads snapped at one another, each trying to grip the other's neck. When they succeeded, both holding on at the same time, Killian's entire body jerked until they released their grips.
Once he caught his breath, he stood and put on his best stern voice. "Stop it. If you keep that up, you'll kill us all."
The baby dragon muttered, "He started it."
Narrowing his eyes, the black dragon bared his teeth. Both dragons moved to attack again when something whooshed through the area and Killian opened his actual eyes to a room full of people.
Brenna's face was closest. "Killian? Can you hear me?"
He opened his mouth to reply, but the two-headed dragon tossed him to the back of his mind. The black dragon's voice answered her, "I am here."
A higher-pitched voice came from Killian's lips. "No, I am here."
Frowning, Brenna looked to the doctors and back to him. "Who is there?"
"We are all Killian," the deeper voice stated.
Gregor asked slowly, "How many of you are there?"
"Three."
Tristan MacLeod's growly voice filled the room. "That's new."
The deeper dragon voice spoke. "We wish to shift. I've been trapped for far too long and want to feel the rush of wind against my hide."