To Forge A Kingdom

Stolen Lands - Greta - 4

It’s too much, it’s all too much. My head, it hums and throbs almost constantly now, show no weakness, SHOW NO WEAKNESS. The sparks, the fireworks, the frost, the winds that might be whispers, and I did NOT fall asleep on watch. I wish I’d been too weak to stay awake, that would have been the lesser evil. Nightmares of drowning are better than admitting to seeing things. I’ve lost control, I’m both in a whirlwind and lost at sea.

We captured a boy, maybe I’ll offer to go back to Oleg’s with him as a “guard”. I recognize his character, people will do what needs done when they think it’s the only way out. Ow, my head, owwww.



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