I have woken things that are both terrible and beautiful.
In silence my vow was fulfilled. the words run silent run deep have broken this day like the blooms of spring.
the dragon must be slain the moment it is awaken. for I am Pendragon no more!
every thing is harding becoming sharper and sharper, it all come to a point where there is only two choices there is no time for the gray any more the end of the twilight and dawn and we will step into the night and day.
it has truly begun... past this point there is no plan. no safe way out. no know facts. this is a new place a place where nothing is sure. nothing expected... it is the end... or the beginning...
I am so cold...
there are things that matter much more than the pain, in there light like a nightmare beaks with the mornings light and fades past the recall of memory's
the third dream
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