"Until the end of my days, God willing! After ten years of being homesick, I can't bear to do it to myself again! No, I'm here for good. Well, maybe not in this room for good. I'll find a home...eventualy, but for now" Eric said, sitting on his bed, and putting his things down on the floor, which gave a loud squeak. "Ah yes! Stay as long as you want! That room isn't reserved for anyone. No one, that is, but you. Well, if you don't mind, I'll be off!" And Aylwen walked down the stairs back into the fray. Changing his shirt, Eric gave a sigh, and lay on his bed.
After a breif nap, Eric woke up and picked up his quill. He always recorded his dreams. He never knew when he'd forget them, and each was intricate and detailed.
Fire, fire, everywhere.
Not a place to stand.
Stop, drop, and roll.
Nothing works.
Burn.
"Well that was a strange one" Eric said, staring at his dream again, and laughing for quite a while. After washing his face, Eric went down to the lower levels, and ordered some bread. He needed food, but even more, he needed a friend.
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