My daughter brought me tea. Then I found her telling her c***dren to go to their uncle's house because they wanted me in need. They were working for h...er.And here I started to tremble because I am afraid that what happens can not be expectedShe said you are the owner of Keda Khaif is in need?I said to her not only that I wanted you to want me?She said, "I am a part of a period of time, and I am watching him.And here I shuddered from my place, and I began to hold my hand, and she said, "Stand up,. Gnarly.”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was actually paying attention or to take a breath, she continued.“Fights lasts until one participants gives up or kicks the bucket. But, chillax dude our spooky, scary necromancers have you covered. The whole arena is drenched in a Level 3 reviving spell, that will heal all wounds, including a sudden case of mortality, once the battle is concluded. Radical!”“Swagger your way trough the whole tournament and you will loot the grand price of a. I waved back and whispered "B-bye, sweetie" to myself.Margret burst into laughter and asked, "Who the fuck are you talking to,sweetie?" Margret! You won't believe it, but I just had a vision of myself doinglaundry in the future! She even talked to me... I mean I talked to me...I mean, to myself! It was so surreal!" Oh, I believe you, sweetie. But I think you're just cum drunk!" Shekept laughing, and sloppily kissed me on the forehead. "Even your cutelittle visions are about domestic chores! You. Let’s begin, shall we? * * * It all began two weeks ago, when I was in band class, enjoying myself by playing a song that I had been composing for about a week now, called A Jasmine’s Glow. It was a gentle composition on my silver lined, black painted flute with valves of gold that flowed like watery lullaby, in a river, soothing and relaxing. It was a pleasant sound to my ears, a most silvery warmth that radiated gently as the quiet air leaked out of the passage and flowed into my.