It rolls itself against me. First I think, that it is my mother, but the plague, bumps until I clear a bit my leg feel. I stretch my front leg, but the attacker do not let go. While I try to drink, I try to shake off the biter of me, but that's not so easy. When I get all air out of my lungs scream my mother pushes him away and I have the Empire alone. That is a blessed moment, a time to remember, to treasure.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
