An ancient raven slowly beat its wings as it rose above the village. Where was this? I couldn’t figure it out. For a moment I thought I saw Cate and Leo, only they were birds, not children. It quickly grew hazy. I heard voices and tried to make my way to them. After a moment, I discovered that the way to the voices was as simple as opening my eyes.
At first I didn’t recognize my surroundings, but I soon realized that I was in the old underground cell, a prisoner of the dwarves. I must have fallen asleep and had been dreaming. And yet, I knew that…
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