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Tig,
You probably don’t even remember me the way I remember you. You were small back then, always running, always talking, always getting into trouble. I used to tell you to stand up straight, that one day you’d be taller than me. You laughed and said that wasn’t possible. I bet you are now, taller, stronger, probably think you’re some big hero. Makes sense. You knew me. I like to think I rubbed off on you a little. You watched me save your skin more than once, so I’m sure some of that stuck.
You always wanted to help, to do something that mattered. Well, here’s your chance. Come find me, Tig. Be one of my knights. I could use someone who still remembers who I was.
Stella