Avera was now wide awake. Her heart was pacing, this was the second time that she had the same exact dream. Was it really a dream? Why did it feel so real? She searched for the bottle of water kept on the night-stand and accidentally hit the glass of water kept next to it which fell with a thud and a smash. Avera was suddenly acutely aware of each and every sound in the room just like she had in the dream. She was a princess in the dream, wasn't she? And wasn't that a sword with blood on it that she was carrying? Whose blood was it? Why was she looking so angry, so focused, so intent on killing? It was almost as if the princess was taking a revenge. Wait, that was it, that look that Avera had in her dream was one of revenge. Avera longed to know what happened, to maybe go back to sleep so she can dream more.
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