The Rebellion of the Spirit
***Arin's POV***
The howling ceased, and I found myself immobile. My mind was racing, but my body was as still as ice. My mind was racing with pictures, pictures that weren't mine. I saw a woman who had silver eyes like mine, but she was standing somewhere I had never been before and was dressed in antiquated clothing. Three men were lying on the ground behind her, and she was sobbing while clutching three bloody swords.
I muttered, "No," but it wasn't me. It was older, more depressing, and painful.
"Arin?" Kael reached for me and asked. "What's wrong?"
However, I was unable to respond. My mind was racing with more pictures. Three men twirled the woman, who was now younger, while she laughed. Although they had ancient eyes and different clothing, they bore a striking resemblance to Kael, Jaxon, and Rowan.
"She's not responding," Rowan said in a concerned tone.
"Avoid her," said Queen Althara. "Something is going on."
