Eilif: Shh, my sweet dove. This will all be over soon.
Flora!
If you’re in there, you have to wake up!
Wake up.
WAKE UP.
Eilif: Shh, my sweet dove. This will all be over soon.
Flora!
If you’re in there, you have to wake up!
Wake up.
WAKE UP.
Fable: I know she is of great interest to you my liege, but I worry that you are becoming far too reckless in your pursuit.
Eilif: Please. As if Blaze Turq and his band of misfits could ever scare me. It matters little anyway. Besides… this isn’t really anyway.
Voices in the distance…
SHIT! Someone give me something for her to bite down on.
Wait what the hell is going on?
Put the pillow under her head! HURRY, DAMNIT!
Eilif: Even in the dream realm you prove yourself to be incredibly useful, Fable.
Fable: What do you plan on doing with her?
Eilif: Hmm, nothing to be concerned about, love. We are only going to give her a little fright.
Fable: Do you not worry about the backlash that this may cause with The Rebellion?
Flora: [muffled scream]
Fable: Sorry, doll. I’m afraid that’s as far as you go.
Flora: Stop! As if I would ever join the likes of you! [takes off running]
Eilif: Hmm… what a fun little playmate I’ve found. Run as fast as you like, darling, but you forget… this isn’t your dream.
Eilif: [whispering against her skin] I could grant your every wish, little bird. Can you imagine it? The whole world trembling at your feet. Even the most fleeting desires, granted in an instant. Won’t you join me, Flora? We could be beautiful together.
Eilif: Yet… I understand that powers like yours are far from common, and I am quite a reasonable person. So I will give you the opportunity to reconsider. [pulls closer]
Eilif: I tear off their wings.
Eilif: Do you truly believe that there can ever be a world without suffering?
Flora: I believe that a world should be governed on love and trust instead of fear. How long do you think your empire will last? It’s only a matter of time before your tactics of fear and hate keep people at bay. Someday we will free Millhaven from your shackles.
Eilif: [laughs] Who do you presume will lead such an uprising? You?
Flora: Yes.
Eilif: Such a naive little bird you are. Do you know what I do with rebellious idealist such as yourself?