What the hell?!

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Romans pov:
Logan pinned me against the wall. "I don't control the whole imagination. Yes, i might be able to change how it looks and the people from the villages, but i cannot controll the Villans. The Manticore, Dragons, Skelletons, Ogers, Trolls, The Dragon Witch..." He loosened his grip on me. "Maybe one of them would have done it. It wouldn't be the Trolls, Ogers nor the Skelletons, they are dumber than the dumbest. That leaves the Manticore or the Dragon Witch. And the Maticore hides in the sand dunes and never leaves there other than to trick people so that he can eat them. So it is most probably the Dragon Witch." Logan stepped away, closer to the other two. "Let me guess, the Dragon Witch took him? And you want me to help you get him back." They nodded. "Why should i help you?" "You are the only one who knows how to battle the Dragon Witch and stay alive, and, Roman, the child might not be mine, it might be yours. Would you want to kill it? A inocent unborn baby that might die if you don't help us." I thought for a minute. "But why would she take HIM. Of all people she could have taken, she took HIM." "Look, Roman you're helping us no matter what you do." Patton stated in a stern voice. "Okay, fine. I will, but only because Patton is making me." I grabbed my sword and started leaving the room. "We need to get there by nightfall. She will be sleeping then. It is the best time to try and save him." The others followed my into the imagination as we set off to the Dragon Witches layer.
Deceits pov:
I pulled against the chains that were confining me to the wall. I leaned back against the wall and slid down it. Hopefully they come soon. The cell door opened and she came in with a potion bottle in her hand. "Well, if you are a good boy, you get to live another day. If not, you have to drink it." I backed up against the wall as she got closer. "Get up. Now." I did as she said, i don't want to die, nor do i want the baby to eather. "Good boy, Deceit. That is your name, isn't it? Now, i have afee questions for you. First one, why did you throw up? Second one, what is Roman planing to do with you? Third one, why Virgil? You could find someone else who is better." Woah, she is over-stepping afew bounderys there. "Why doesn't my personal life instreage you? And Roman is-" I moved my head to the side and threw up again. She took afew steps back. "Eather Thomas is sick or you have got an illness." She examined me closely. "You can live for another day, i am intreaged that you have been throwing up, maybe i could  make it into a potion and use it on him." She smiled wickedly as she left the room. I muttered "please be on your way. I really want her poking and proding me with a stick."
Virgils pov:
"Princey....ugh...please...slow down..." i panted out as he got to the top of the hill, faster than the rest of us. He chuckled, "You all need to do more exercise if this is making you tired." The rest if us caught up with him on the top of the hill. "I hate you, Sir Sing Along." He pointed towards the top of the next hill, where a damaged, crumbling castle stands. "That's where they are. So we might want to hurry up if we are to get there by nightfall." He continued walking ahead of us, we all trailed behind him. It is all worth it. Just as long as he is still alive by the time we get there.