Riddles POV
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As I open my eyes in this dream I can see a snowy mountain, and in the distance, the small lights of a town. I see a lake that seems to be frozen over, and ice harvesters hacking away at it, among them was a young boy following along with the other harvesters, they were singing a tune while they cut, it sounds kind of. . . Familiar. . .
Riddle- (where have I heard this tune before?)
As the ice harvesters head off the final words hit me.
"Beware the frozen heart."
Riddle- (some of those words sound like wimothys signature spell!)
The little boy then follows along with them off into the woods
Riddle- ( h-hey! Wait!)
But it's too late they already vanished
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As I snap awake trey is sitting with me in the lounge area.
Trey- whoa there! Good morning!
Riddle- oh. . . Sorry trey. Did I scare you?
Trey- no not at all, I just came back after checking on wimothy, she said she's doing alright.
Riddle- that's good. Well I think we can wrap it up for today, you all must be in bed before the curfew.
Trey- yes housewarden!
As trey finishes everything in the kitchen I head out to tell wimothy.
Riddle- hey wimothy! How is everything?
Wimothy- huh? Oh! It's going good riddle! Just started prepping the paints and everything! I should be done by next week!
Riddle- that's good you've done alot for today, I suppose you can head back to ramshackle now.
Wimothy- okay! After classes are over tomorrow I'll come back here same time tomorrow!
Riddle- very well. Rest easy!
Wimothy- thanks riddle!
And with that wimothy runs off happily.
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Wimothys POV
As I sit there on the floor of my room, clutching a box cutter in my hands, and a ruined canvas at my knees.
Wimothy- it's fine. . . It's fine. . . Everything's fine. . . I can make it better. . . I can make it better. . .
As I sit there looking at the broken and ruined canvas a single drop fell. . .
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A drop of blot energy. . .
It wont be long now. . .
Just then I here a knock at my door.
???- housewarden? You've been in there for hours. Are you okay?
Wimothy- huh! Oh yeah I'm fine!
I can't be worrying my students. . . I want to be a good housewarden for them all. . .
But what if I mess up? No! I can't! I won't mess up!
I want to be the best housewarden!
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Tbc
Thanks for reading and have a good morning good night or good afternoon
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