Cuts and Patches

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Day comes, throne room, the king's  by my side,  our soldiers ahead, sitting. 

Servant walks, drinks at hand , glasses of wine, tasty wine,  nice colour, nice smell.

Wine tastes funny, but in a good way. Day passes normally.

Night comes, feel sick. The king calls his greatest medics. No effect, Kalista sent outside the kingdom for a cure.

Days pass, bedroom, Gwen's by my side, both the doll and my caretaker, my servant, my friend.

Quiet night , she is there, tears on her eyes  "I'm sorry" she mumbles. "It's not your fault" I think,

I can hear her, am I too tired to respond? I see a lamb, walking on two legs , holding a bow. A dog by it's side, no, it's a wolf, but it's not attacking it. 

The lamb readies the bow and aims, and arrow flies. It hits me hard, but with no blood, Gwen's crying on me. 

I feel her tears, and numbness, a last sorry, a goodbye and a wish for afterlife in peace.

Darkness around me, darkness surrounds me, voices of familiarities that scream at me .

A blade, a familiar blade, his blade, keep it safe for him? 

Grab the blade, walk on two legs again. Monster in front of me , looking in the darkness. Stab it on the chest.

Illusion breaks I see my loved one with a hole on the chest , darkness errupts from him.

"Viego" I mumble as darkness comes for me. I feel nothing but something odd. Like I am split.

They say we all die one day, so we need to make sure children continue , my only children were my toys, Gwen for me continue this story.


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