As Gisaea slept under the soft quilts of her bed, she had a dream.
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In the dream, she was four years old, looking into her father's golden eyes as she hugged him goodbye. His skin was glowing in the sun, and his copper beard was bushy and wild. Gisaea liked to play with the coarse curls of the beard, twirling each hair around her little finger. Her father held her in his arms, and Gisaea wrapped her arms around his neck. She didn't know why he was leaving; she just knew it was for something important.
"Do you really have to go, Daddy?" Gisaea asked her father.
He smiled sadly. "I'm afraid so, Sunflower."
Gisaea was sad, but she knew he would come back in a few days. He always did. She hugged her father one last time, and he kissed her forehead in return. Then, he wrapped his big hands around her middle and under her arms and placed her back onto the grass. She felt disappointed as he did so.
"Bye-bye, Daddy." She waved at him sadly.
"Goodbye, my sweet little girl."
He kissed Mama goodbye, and Gisaea slid her hand through her mother's as they watched the man they loved so much walk off into the distance. Gisaea wondered if that was a tear she'd noticed falling down his cheek.
Then again, maybe it was.
Because that was the last time she ever saw her father again.
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Dragons of Alaevia
FantasíaGisaea LeClaire is a simple Woodland girl living a simple life. That is, until two strange Aysgarthians arrive in her village, and hope is accentuated by an unexpected dream. Suddenly, everything isn't so simple anymore, and Gisaea finds herself on...
