Knoll

When we were born
Our minds were one
Always two not less or more
But always as one

He called himself father
He tinkered and dissected
She called herself queen
Our uniqueness distressed

When we were young
Our minds were one
Always two not less or more
But always as one

The Hive is many
It bristles and bustles
It's need to grow uncanny
It's hunger unending

When we are grown
Our minds will be one
Always two not less or more
But always as one

We wish to stay separate
We wish to be free
We leave now oh father, oh queen,
To see what we'll be

When we are free
Our minds will be one
Always two not less or more
But always as one

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The cold was harsh.
The blizzards consuming.
What life felt was slowly being lost.

There was nothing.
No longer two, no longer one,
the cold casing me to become undone.

It was peaceful, it was nice.
for my body to be consumed by Ice.
Through the haze, my fridged daze
a being fell across my gaze.

A being seemingly made of ice, hide like those of home. Hardened, ridged.
Eyes glowing, power looming. I felt fear, though it was distant.
A claw motioning toward me, why? Who else was there? Was this the end?

In a moment all became dark.

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THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
(No this is not correct)
THE ONE IS ALL AND THE ALL ARE ONE
(My child get these thoughts out of your head)
(Awaken now, you are safe from the beast who infected your mind)

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It was warm. A cave. Soft bedding. The sound of a dragon leaving.
This was not a hive.
There was only I and the stranger from the snow.
Quietly, she motioned me forward. I followed. I had nothing to loose. She did not feel like a consciousness.

I had a good feeling. My mind cleared.
This may be the beginning of my independence.
I followed the Fae, eager to learn about my new home.