Capítulo 118: Warning

Lyrah woke up in a cold sweat after a series of rough dreams. All of them were visions of possible futures, dozens, hundreds even. All of them centered on one person: Lucius.

The worst part about having the Mark of Prophecy was that while she could control it during the time she spent awake, her dreams and sleep belonged solely to the mark. In the land of dreams, she simply followed along as it took her to whatever possible futures it wanted to show her.

"It looks like brother dearest will be meeting father soon." She muttered while stifling a yawn.

Outside the window, the first light of the day began to color the horizon. The sun had yet to show its first rays, but the sky was beginning to brighten. Lyrah had gotten accustomed to waking up around this time recently thanks to the different dreams and nightmares that possessed her lately.