Seraphina's POV
"Wake up." I heard a voice that woke me up from my sleep.
My breath came out very weak, cold sweat filled my skin. I looked at the glow of the moon moving into the sea fortress window. My son looked at the cradle beside me, his golden and silver eyes opened just enough to shine in the dim light before it was closed again.
But the nightmare still stick to me, it was not a nightmare, but it was something more. Images of it still appear in my eyes, the smell of ashes, the sounds of wolves dying in fire, rivers of blood.
And at the center of it was my baby my Lyric had already grown, he was standing at the top of a throne that was made of bones. His eyes glowed brighter, his fists formed as warriors knelt down and shaking in fear.
"No, no, that can not be him… he is just a baby. He is just…" I covered my mouth, trying to stop crying.
"Seraphina." The voice came again.
