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Imagination

I’ve always had a strong imagination. You see, I spent most of my years within my mind. So really, it came as no surprise when my imaginings started becoming real.

It frightened me at first, because let’s face it, the mind of a twelve year old is a pretty frightening place, but then I met Franz. He helped me out, taught me how to control my thoughts. Unfortunately it was too late.

Before I could control my mind, many things slipped through. We needed to bring them back. Send them back home. At least that’s what Franz said. He told me, “They’re probably frightened of this wide new world, and I wouldn’t blame them if they attacked out of fear.” So bringing them back was the only decent thing to do.

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