Cree sat there listening. "I've never seen battle. I've only heard stories. Yet those weren't anywheres like yours." She finished her stew and drank the rest of her ale.
"You haven't met my good friend." Cree put her fist in the air just as her white crow came to her side. "This is Avalon." She turned to the crow. "Avalon met Grimm and Hama." She felt the safety return to her.
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And when this life is over... and I stand before the God... I'll dream I'm back here standing in my nowhere land of Oz.....
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