"Woe! Woe!" Nerwen staggered from her house. "Night Two, woe!"
She stumbled over her wilted flower bed and shook herself awake. "Sorry, I was having a terrible nightmare about a terrible night mare- Night Two, Day One's mate. A great black equine monster, like the very steeds of the Nazgul (before they took to the air I mean), galloping off to Mordor with me helpless on her back! I know it was just a dream, but even in daylight, the horror of it clings to me like a shroud."
Nerwen covered her face with her shaking hands. "Whatever will become of us? It all seems so hopeless..."
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"Even Nerwen wasn't evil in the beginning." –Elmo.
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