Once a free spirit of water and waves
Trapped by the call of a maiden’s shell
You’re at the heart of the Trouble at Caerac Keep
Reaching out to the Serpent-Born
To the Unicorn’s chosen
To the maiden from a faraway land
Touching their dreams, directing the children your way
The way to your peril, the way to the truth
There’s so much misdirection in this place
You’re in the hands of a mistress of misdirection
You cannot directly speak of your plight
Cannot name the captor holding you
Or the nature of your captivity
You’re just a hollow cry within your cage
A prison you cannot bear
All you can do is send images
Images you hope your rescuers will recognize
Hoping these children will be your rescuers.
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