I have returned from my sojourn in the land of no-internet-access.
For everyone who felt sorry for Uther in the last update, this will probably change your minds!
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'Get out.'
'I warned you, to create a life, another—'
'You took Ygraine!' He does not care that his voice cracks when he shouts.
'I took no one!' Nimueh shouts back. 'I performed the ritual. Magic of that sort will be ruled by no one, not even a king.'
'Then you seal your fate, and the fate of all your kind. From this day forward, I will not rest until all magic, all unnatural creatures, all sorcerers are obliterated. I start with you.' He comes at her, sword raised.
She vanishes in a whirlwind. The Great Purge has begun.
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How would you all feel if I changed the title of this story? It's not really just about nightmares anymore, so I am considering the possibility of changing it to Andan wiðinnan Mín Sáwol.
Let me know your opinions, perhaps? The review box is just below these words.
