How long had I lain here in this dusty crater, amongst my slain Queendom? The sun had seared me straight in the eyes when I crash-landed. Now the blistering orb had crawled away into the dusk, leaving me in the cold twilight. Thirst and hunger had long since become but a dull roar in the background of the cacophony of pain my injuries played in my head. My body broken, my magic drained, I was but a soul captive in a dying body. My only respite from the long, torturous wait for sweet release was that dream. Desperate to escape the pain, I prayed to fall asleep once more, to return to that dream's sweet embrace. 