Dreams haunted me that night I slept in the Green Dragon. I saw my mother Yola being captured by awful and ugly warriors of a relentless, cruel enemy. I screamed in horror, but she looked at me and smiled, like she smiled in the picture I had found of her in an old newspaper. I reached out to her, but I could not reach her. She waved at me and then vanished in a puff of smoke.
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Michel Delving
