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Bardic Inspiration Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 1:58 am
I'm here to tell you a story... that my dreams have been trying to tell me. Now I can see them... I can see them clearly. I can see what happened to me... I want to record them for you, like data...before I forget...though I don't think I can.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 5:50 pm
I can see them clearly now. I'm on a boat. There's blood, it smells so awful, the smell is so strong. There's people with me, lots of them. The boat has a lot of passengers on it. Someone is there, someone close to me.
"Sir Donovan?"
But I'm a child, not more than ten, maybe eleven. He's not here, not in this dream. Someone else, someone I've forgotten. She has brown hair, a red brown color, very dark. I like her eyes. They're hazel. She's very close to me... I can feel a connection, something ancient, deep. What's her name? She's wearing a brown dress. I'm wearing boy's clothes.
"What's your name?"
She moves her mouth to answer, but I can't hear her.
"I don't remember your name!" I say. But I should know her. My mind still's forgotten.
Then there's the blood. She's covered in it. I get covered in it. The ship is destroyed. Everyone's dead but me. Even her. I still don't know her name, and I wake up.
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Bardic Inspiration Vice Captain
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Bardic Inspiration Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 10:43 pm
The boat again, the same dream. She's here... I know her. I know her face. He's not here... but I feel okay, feel connected. There's a cut on my wrist. There's a cut on hers too.
I wake up.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 3:51 am
On the water, the ship in ruins. The smell of blood, so strong even through the storm. I'm surrounded by bodies, floating there, some sinking. I hold onto some wood, and see her. Away from me. I have to swim to get to her.
Fast. I have to be fast. I need to get to her soon. I leave my rubble, and swim, swim against the current and make it to her. Calling her name, I still can't hear what it is, from my own lips. I look at her, her hair is around her, she's wet, and still I can see blood on her. I take her hand, but there's no grip. A huge wave sweeps over us and when it stops I realize that she's not there anymore, and I'm the only one on the little piece of wood she ended up on.
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