~...It was a strange dream. The Baron was there, the creator of my original captivity, in the deep lake at my village, chained to the villagers in the water. Others were there as well. You, the golden warrior Dimitri, Helena, Jack... each asked in turn if I was certain, and I said yes. The Baron and the villagers were drowned one by one, and when the last died I was a living thing again, of air and blood, stripped of my might and my wounds, my spear long gone. Somehow then I was in London, and there was to be a great debut...~
She squeezes her frog, tight and desperate.
~I woke happy, and then became terribly, awfully sad. And I didn't know where else to go.~
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She squeezes her frog, tight and desperate.
~I woke happy, and then became terribly, awfully sad. And I didn't know where else to go.~