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A Tale Of Memories
Fyn.
"That was a terribly long slumber."
Fyn rubbed his eyes, blinking warily as light invaded his vision. Slowly, he pushed himself up, confused. There was something heavy on his chest and when he tipped his head down, he saw Havu, curled in a ball on top of his chest. The serpent lifted its head, tilting it as if bowing and darted its forked tongue out.
"Hello, Fyn," the serpent's voice echoed inside his head. "That was a terribly long slumber."
Fyn pushed himself up, carefully placing Havu down on his lap.
"What happened?"
Havu met his gaze, tilting its head to the side. As if in a trance, Havu crawled off his chest and walked towards the entrance of Kavan's cave. Running his hand through his hair, Fyn pushed himself up, stretching his arms up in the air to get his blood pumping. A groan escaped his lips when he stretched too far up, a pain erupting on his side.
Furrowing his brows, he
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