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Then let us go and be terrible.

Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.

Burn? Smite? Punish? Why is your god so intolerant? So jealous? Why must there be only one god? Why is there not room for many?

Your dreams are your spirit, your soul and without them your are dead. You must guard your dreams always. Always. Lest someone steal them away from you. I know what it is to have your dreams stolen. I know what it is to be dead. Guard your dreams. Always guard your dreams.

I am your forest, your earth, your eternity. I am your life. I am your death. I am all things forever and always. Love me. Love me. Forever love me.

Christians. They’re determined to rid the land of any who worship the Horned One. Murdering all the druids, burning the temples, sometimes whole villages, and knocking over the standing stones.” The Lady’s face hardened. “This god of peace and love certainly likes to bathe the land in blood.

Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

Everything comes with a price. Everything. Some things just cost more than others.

The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That’s the sound of being alive. It’s your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it’s all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can’t-do-this, and can’t-do-that’s, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.

My name's Peter. Can I play too?

For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.

Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.

Had not enough gone wrong?

Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.

But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?

Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?

But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.

My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.

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