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After I had been stitched back together into my human form, I was finally able to take a look around. I asked the Artifact where we were but it was no longer communicating with me. Well, guess I’m on my own again.

Once the shock had worn off, I just laid there and started crying. My father was dead. People who I thought were my friends were just pretending because they wanted to just use me for their own ends. There’s some wizard that is after me because of something inside of me. 

Worst of all, the creatures that I had seen in my dreams were real and they could, now, physically harm me. I kept thinking that, like my dreams, I would be dragged to the Tree of Sorrows and ripped apart.

I was scared. 

I never should have touched that thing! It’s my father’s fault for everything! Why did he have it!?! I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to die and get it all over with.