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.