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Author: Mustasio
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I opened my eyes, they didn't feel heavy. I heard the tent flap bellow, but no light crept in. I must have awaken early, and I experience the same feeling I did last night, and the night before. That fantastic feeling you only get when you dream good dreams, only to be followed by a nagging horrid realization. But still, I relish this feeling because I can. I awoke before the sounding of the barracks whistles. Without them I feel as if I'm waking up in my own bed in my own home, rather than on this blanket in this tent. That sudden deliciously lazy feeling that is at the same time thrilling, kept me attached to my home. No matter how many miles we tread deeper into the Greater Faydark, I will never leave my mother, Mithriel, who loves and takes care of me. I will never set foot out the home that I share with her and love so much. I even dare to call that place my "beloved" Kelethin at times like these. That place that sent me away to defend it.
*A whistle sounds 3 times*
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