Foolish Dreams by Wabbitseason
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I had such dreams.

I picked my students and taught them to live and love and fight.

I trusted them with a secret.

I thought they would carry on my dreams and my aspirations.

I never thought one might turn on me.

Even old immortals make mistakes sometimes. Sometimes we even live to regret them.

Now I stand with a sword at my neck. A former student taunts me, his greed insatiable.

Where are your dreams now, Rebecca? How will they help you when you die?

I was such a fool. But such are the things dreams are made of.