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Mordred is dreaming.
He is dreaming, and tossing and turning in his bed as his mind walks in a forest. He's searching for something...something he doesn't know, but he knows he has to find it, has to.
It's important, whatever it is.
It's not this though, is it? A clearing, lit by moonlight which causes white ripples on the pool. Mordred walks towards it, is almost pushed by the whisper of a cold winter's wind.
He is dreaming, and tossing and turning in his bed as his mind walks in a forest. He's searching for something...something he doesn't know, but he knows he has to find it, has to.
It's important, whatever it is.
It's not this though, is it? A clearing, lit by moonlight which causes white ripples on the pool. Mordred walks towards it, is almost pushed by the whisper of a cold winter's wind.