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Joel, King of Mezalea, woke up. He had short brown hair with a green streak in his bangs. He sighed, glancing at the clock next to him. He rubbed his green eyes and yawned. Then he heard it again. A frantic knocking at the door. He was in his bedroom. A round room made of colorful terracotta. Decorated with some bookshelves, a bright azure rug, with a large canopied bed against one wall.
“Who could that be at this hour?” He got up and opened the door. The King of Rivendell was the last person he would have guessed.
“Scott what happened to you? You're a mess!” Scott’s blue hair was looped awkwardly over his gold antler headpiece, he had his cape wrapped around him, and wasn't wearing any shoes, an unusual choice for someone who walked here from the mountains. Dark bags stained the skin under his blue eyes.
“I haven’t slept in a week.”
“It shows, you wanna come in?”
“My feet are cold.” Joel showed Scott in, sat him down on the couch and made some azalea tea.
“So,” Joel asked, “why haven't you slept?”
“Nightmares.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
“They’ve all been about the same thing. The past.”
“So why have you come to me? We’ve barely talked since we set up our kingdoms.”
“They’re about The Past.”
“I don’t know what you mean, unless…” A look of understanding dawned Joel’s tired face.
“Yeah,” Scott answered, “That past.”
“Scott, that’s behind us, we died. I was shot.”
“And I was stabbed yet here I sit completely fine.”
“What are the nightmares about?”
“You and I are chasing Ren, we get separated, he kills me with his bow, then you, then me again. I get a flashback of Jimmy getting shot by Impulse, then I wake up screaming.”
“I hate to admit it, but I’ve been having nightmares too. About the anvil trap, and the wall, and my roof.”
“Then last night I heard him, he said it.”
“Who said it? What it?”
“Red Winter is Coming.” Joel got up, he grabbed an empty flower pot, stormed up to his balcony and threw the pot off the roof.
“REEEEEEEEEENNNNNNN!” Then it all went black.
“Joel!” Joel opened his eyes, Scott was shaking him by the shoulders. When someone died in this world, they reappeared wherever they had put a special stone they kept around their neck.
“What happened?” Scott showed Joel the balcony, a diamond axe was logged in the wall.
“I found you on that,” Scott explained.
“Oh no, not that one, anything but that one.” Joel ran downstairs and hopped on his llama and made a beeline for Jimmy’s. Scott inspected the axe, written down the side was a phrase that scared Scott more than anything had in a long time.
“Red Winter is Coming,” he whispered.
“You coming?” Joel shouted, from down below.
“Yes, sorry!” Scott sprinted down the stairs and he and Joel headed for the nearby Cod Kingdom.