Fynn, Entry 2:

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 I feel cold. It's strange, only a second ago I was warm in my bed. Where am I? This isn't my room. Maybe it is a dream, but it sure is a beautiful dream. It's strange, I can feel the sand. I think I see someone, is she... swimming? Ack! She's going to see me, find somewhere to hide, find somewhere to hide!

"Is someone there?" I heard a soft voice whisper say

I peek my head out from behind a rock. I hope she is friendly. Her face immediately arrives in front of mine and I fell back.

"Ack! I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude!" I try to gather my thoughts.

"Oh! You're quite alright," She seems sweet, what is she doing here? "It's been a long time since I've seen someone."

"W-what is your name?" I say nervously as I stand up from where I was sitting.

"Rue, Rue Lavigne," She fidgeted with her fingers, "et toi?" Should I tell a stranger my name? I guess I can, this is only a dream.

"I'm Fynn Chapdelaine, nice to meetcha Rue," I offer my hand to help her up, "Anyways, where are we? What is this place?"

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