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Meribia, the city of freedom.
As such, Master Mel has an open door policy. Meribia Mansion has guards on standby, but they offer friendly smiles and invite others in.
But Meribia is a big city. And there are other people with inviting smiles, the lovely ladies at Ramus's shop. Thanks to Draco, it's one of the only shops around that offers Wizarding sweets...
As such, Master Mel has an open door policy. Meribia Mansion has guards on standby, but they offer friendly smiles and invite others in.
But Meribia is a big city. And there are other people with inviting smiles, the lovely ladies at Ramus's shop. Thanks to Draco, it's one of the only shops around that offers Wizarding sweets...
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He remembers the whispers in the scent left by the deer. Keep moving do not stay we are frightened... And his mother's crying.
"...takes you and you are gone..."
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He swallows hard.
"Mind broke. Pieces in wrong. Can't fix it. Althena tried. Wolf won't let."
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"Hey Jess," Kyle says. "Think we should get him home before you get the others?"
She nods and steps back so Kyle can get Rabastan. With that decided, she heads back towards the mansion and the city gates, on her way to Vane.
"C'mon, pal. We're gonna make sure you get some rest. Jess'll be back soon."
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Getting to the mansion still standing on both feet is a miracle.
That comes undone when he slumps into the first chair he sees, all limp like a rag doll.
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"Daddy?" asks a nearby Rachel, wandering around out of bed.
"What're you doing awake, pumpkin?" he asks his daughter, picking her up.
"You and Mommy were both gone."
"Well, Uncle Rabastan ain't feeling too good, so Mommy went to visit Auntie Mia and Uncle Draco. She'll be back soon."
"Okay," she says, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes so she can wait for her mother.
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They walk about the hall, weaving amongst the furniture. Crawling along the walls. Peeking out of doors.
He twitches. He growls. He bares his teeth. His hands curl like claws. He glares at the phantoms, eyes tracking their movements as if they were real. He thinks they are.
They come for him he'll fight back.
They won't dismember him this time.
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"Uncle? Uncle, what's happening?"
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He struggles, thinking the wolves have ensnared him again.
"Let me go LET ME GO LET ME GO!"
He thrashes.
"You won't kill me this time! I-I'll fight..."
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Jessica has returned from putting Rachel to bed and is back on healing duty. Her voice is firm and maternal.
"We're not here to hurt you. We're your friends and family and we're here to keep you safe. Mia's holding on to your shoulder and Kyle has your hands. They're not going to let anything take you."
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But he is still tired.
"Dre— Dream— Was I dream— Ing?"
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The maids Kyle spoke to earlier show up with a pot of tea. He nods his thanks and, with a gesture of his head, silently asks Mia to take it.
"Things coming in clearer now?" he asks Rabastan.
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The faces are more distinct now.
And worried.
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There seems to be something in it though. Something that has the rage he was feeling in some form of containment.
The anger isn't gone; just held back. And tomorrow it will return.
A special calming brew. Just what was needed.
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Time for some rest.
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Sleep is very good.