𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞

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Where she was, she didn't know.

It was obvious a dream, a soft one, pleasant.

Someone was humming, combing long nails through her hair as she seemingly remained on their lap, unmoving.

"It has been long since a human managed to earn the favor of both children of the night and children of entropy.  Two blessings, and two guardians. Truly a spectacle."

The song wisping from her reminded of a warm embrace, sweet and kind.

"Believe it or not, those you haven't met may one day be less frightening, some already wish to meet you, some motives more questionable then others.  You desire a feeling of safety, so you may shy away, as in your nature, but may I tell you a little secret?"

Her body wasn't able to move in this dreamland, so it seemed it was a rhetorical question.

"Some among them have memories of you from back when this all was a little game on a littler screen.  Dreams of when you chose them to fight in games, although only a few remember you. Those who fought the most, have dreamed of it the most. One day, they will fight beside you again.
I'll give you a few hints, my dear. Perhaps you may find the connection. Let me think for a moment....."

𝔞 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔴𝔥𝔬'𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔫, 𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔢.

𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝓀𝔦𝔫𝔡, 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔭𝔬𝔫, 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔴𝔬,𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔟𝔦𝔫𝔡

𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔢, 𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔰, 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔢

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶, 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔩, 𝔞 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩.

𝔣𝔞𝔯 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶, 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔥 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶

𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔶𝔰, 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞 𝔰𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔯, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔩 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢

𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔎𝔫𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔟𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔞 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝓀 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰 𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔰

𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔥 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡, 𝔰𝔬 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡.

𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡, 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔬𝔫𝔢, 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔬' 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯, 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔞 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔫?

𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝓀𝔦𝔫𝔡, 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔢, 𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢.

𝔞 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔰 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫, 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔰 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡

"Thats all...I think....tomorrow will be a big day for you, and you will wake soon. Enjoy yourself to the fullest and free yourself from your worry until the storm arrives for tea, darling."

A soft touch grazed her forehead, kind and warm

"Sweet Dreams, my little snow fox."

𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻!! 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼?!  𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑷 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬!!
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