Answer:
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Explanation:
"What?!" cried Marie, staring stricken at the knight who looked so sullen, so meloncholy, and oh so tired. "That surely can't be true. I made a point to have the French government sign a treaty ensuring peace between them and the Daesh!"
"Indeed you did," Katie sighed heavily. "We watched closely from our world when you wrote the last of our great journey. But the Daesh were not quite so keen to live beside us in peace. No, they took the treaty and burned it right before Her Majesty, then slaughtered everyone in the castle, sparing noone but a weak mesenger to spread the news of the queen's demise. We knights heard too late, and by the time we had arrived in Paris, the crowds were mad with fear. The castle gates were heavily guarded, and in a foolish attempt to determine the truth of the news, six of my fellow knights were slayed. I'm afraid there is noone left to save our country, except me, three of my brave comrades, and you, dearest author."
Marie's chest clenched, skin paling rapidly, and as she attempted to catch her breath, black crawled from the edges into her sight, enveloping the once-mighty swordswoman and everything around her. The last thing the writer saw before falling to the ground was an exhausted worry splayed across her heroine's face.
She jer ked awake, brow covered in sweat. "Was that really all just a dream?" she whispered amazedly to herself. Had she really just imagined herself in such an intense and deeply worrying place, one that she had always thought of as a utopia? "Incredible!" Marie wobbled herself out of her bed and wandered over to the finished trasncript of her latest book. She sat down at her desk, picked up a pen, and began writing a new ending to her book, this time including the mysterious events in her dream, so that she, Marie Spade, could turn her heroic novel into an even more incredible series.
