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    Assailant -- Year 226


    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura

    Through The Storm
    She went through a hurricane and stormy weather from Iceland on a ship and it was shipwrecked at the Bermuda Triangle
    Álfadis survived by swimming to land and she had no idea how on earth she ended here alive after the hurricane that drowned the ship she had been on.
    Other animals had died but only few lived and she helped them to this beach.
    Her snowy white coat was wet and she had few bloody wounds but she would be alright.
    She looked over to her companion a dog that had survived with her he was a border collie black and white.
    His name was Sparrow.
    "Sparrow what shall we do now then? Sparrow nuzzled at her and said, "I think we should walk further
    for a bit and then rest when the night falls.

    Álfadis nodded and walked ahead at the long beach line with the dog running beside her.

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