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The Archer marched through my dreams. He said nothing, but I could feel him at my back, following me. I turned periodically to look back at him. He was beautiful and dark, his platinum skin shining in the grey light of The Void. I could not read his expression, but there was something, a kind of spark when our eyes met. Silver and blue colliding. I kept moving forward, knowing in my dream world that he would always follow me. As I explored The Void, I began to feel something moist dart across my face. It left a shimmery line like a snail in its wake. I looked around for the source, but there was only The Archer, ten steps behind me. I looked at him, and he said my name. It came out like a screaming hiss.
“Phoenixxxxxxxxx!”
I cried out as I woke, sitting up and swatting the
