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The sky is clear, the stars and the moon shine in the sky over head. It is late and trollsbane is quiet. Ezor lays, fast asleep. But soon a dream takes him off, off far away. Ezors sleep becoumes troubled as he moves about in his dreams. His lips begin to mumble something quietly as he turns and twists in his sleep. "Don't go!" he said as he is quickly pulled from his dream back into the real world once again. He breaths heavily, looking around to get his bearings. "Not again," he siad quitely to himself once fully awake and aware of his dream.