In deep spell sleep I am disturbed by a massive amount of magical power coming near. Is it friend or foe? What is it? Who is it? I sit up slowly, very stiff from sleeping for millennia. Then I hear it, like music for the soul, a melody only her soul could sing for mine. My eyes open wide, deepest violet and glittering possessively. In your mind I growl three words. Come to me.
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