It is the same dream every day. I wake and find myself at home surrounded by my friends. Their presence in the day comforts me. I hear Micah squealing that Ryan's music is too loud and he can't study. They argue but it isn't sincere. but then their voices fade and the house grows cold.
I am alone and clothed in a pink so wretched I dare not look at myself. Every day the same horrible nightmare comes. No scents, no sound, no laughter.
I search the house for my human companions but each door I open leads me right back to the same chair.
It is a wretched maze.
A plan, a weapon, a way out. It is all I need!
I dare not give up hope. I am Ivan! I have defeated Franks, Vikings, Varangians, Saxons and more. Slavs from the south? They pose no threat. Mongols from the East? I shall defeat them with glory and honor!
AHA! To arms! My sword! My armor! This Yukiko shall be no match for me. She may have the advantage of size but I shall prevail with wit and cunning! Once I have won my freedom, Foster will pay dearly for his crimes against the crown!
Prepare for battle you wretched son of the Fee!
War is coming and I shall not relent until you are on bended knee begging for mercy.
*Ivan sank back into the chair.*
What has happened to Micah in my absence? He is certainly still trapped in his shrunken state. How ever could he survive without my protection? I fear the worst may happen, I shall never forgive myself if anything should happen to the boy.
Wake up! Wake from this nightmare!
