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I cried for at least two hours. The teen tried to climb through the window a few times, but I glared at him. I crawled onto my bed where I fell asleep. That night I dreamed of a sword. A beautiful, half silver, half gold sword with a heart at the end of the hilt. Who it belonged to I didn’t know. I felt cold arms wrap around me, holding the sword away. I knew for some reason I had to get it. Then, I woke up. After my cry fest the day before, I decided to get down to business. Getting out. I tried climbing down the tower, but it was too slick. I tried magically summoning a ladder with no luck. The teen next door noticed me, unfortunately. “I can get you d-” he started to call. I cut him short with my most Evil stare. Finally, I gave up.