That slumber, the worn knight had a dream of their childhood.
They dreamt of their family welcoming them back home with open arms after a long journey.
But wait... that's not right.
There were too many hands, too many arms and limbs trying to hold them down by their own.
Soon to be suffocated in flesh, the struggling knight was suddenly ripped onto their feet again.
They had been pulled from the mound by a dear friend.
Laelaps would guide them in complete silence towards their castle.
When they tried to hold her hand it felt cold.
They kneeled to their king and their princess, but felt something was deeply wrong.
They could not make out the royals' faces, and they spoke in tongues they could not understand.
The knight woke up covered in sweat, but now more determined than ever.
proceed?
