I tossed and turned, sleeping fitfully. I was half-dreaming, half-awake. It was kind of like a fever-dream she had had once when she was living in the vilage to see how the peasnts felt about everyday life, basicly, the concensis was that they thought the nobles are complete bastards. She had fallen ill after a few months of living as a peasnt and she had dreamed that the had to mive all this jusnk withiyt dropping it on the itiots that were walking under her. The next day she had to be 'taken in' by her parens again so she could properly recover frome a virus that coild have killed a lone peasnt if he lived in a poorier fief. Annyway, back to the current dream. It was flashing from a view of her room then to a devastated corus. It was slasahing her fief then to a village infected by plauge, or the black death, there were these great machines, and armies were fighting them, but they were losing, and soon they were dead. Then there were black riders galloping at her, and then Mithros himself stood before her. "Aidrainne," he said "Aidrainne, we need you," his image was flickering, and he was desparate to tell her his message. But he was gone before he could finish his message.

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