I sat in my little prison and felt the memories flow out of me like a river. What was happening? I knew I had to force myself to think, to remember.
I thought back to Leo and Cate and the cave they had found. I remembered the dwarves who only appeared to be dwarves, but were really full sized Fair Folk. An image of the king’s lovely daughter floated above me, tugging at my heart. What was her name? My memory began to clear up as the words and images flowed back in.
“Alashina,” I said. “She had lost her husband to the minions of Blavour, just I lost Lisa to the evils of…” My eyes teared up. The memories were too sharp!
But where was I and what was I doing there?
I was on a quest with the wizard, Whindell, to find something to stop the evil Glumoric. In order to do that I had to find the Stone of Forgetfulness and drape it over Glumoric’s neck. Easy-peasy. Right?
It suddenly struck me. I was on the other side of the world. All of the watch fires. In the exact middle of the fires, a prison to keep people out guarded by a couple of very forgetful goblins.
I was not in a prison, but in the outer-chamber of a vault. A vault to keep the Stone of Forgetfulness!
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