I thought I could take it. I thought I was stronger than that.
But I'm not. Almost every night I have these dreams. Nightmares to be exact.
I had them before, too. I saw my parents die over and over again. I could not get these images out of my head
After some time I felt better again. Bodul gave me hope. I felt safe when I was with him.
But Bodul is dead now and all these thoughts and dreams are coming back.
Besides my parents, I now see the last moments of Bodul. How he was laying in a pool of his blood in front of me and life slowly left him.
It was already hard enough to take care of the child and even find a place to sleep, but now to have these nightmares does not make it easier.
But I have to go through it. I have to become stronger. Not only physically but also mentally.
This world depends on it.
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The Stone Dragon
FantasyHenry was only nine when his parents got brutally murdered in front of him. The last thing he got from his mother was a little child. She called her "The Chosen One". He must bring her on top of the Black Mountain, where the Stone Dragon dwells. Onl...
