"Tell the King not to go to Ashmoor."
The words rang through Lara's mind a second time, louder than before.
"Tell the King... do not go to Ashmoor."
Then the voice vanished. The pain disappeared as suddenly as it had come.
Lara remained frozen in her chair, her heart pounding.
"Ashmoor?" she whispered.
She had never heard of it. She sat frozen for a second.
Was that a vision or what?
Since when did she have visions. It must be her mind playing tricks on her.
She shook her head.
"No," she muttered. "I'm just exhausted."
She rose from her chair, trying to dismiss it as nothing more than a trick of an overworked mind.
Just then pain exploded through her head once more.
"Ah!" She fell to her knees, both hands clutching her head.
The voice returned, louder and more urgent than before.
"Tell the King not to go to Ashmoor! He must go to the Vale of Thorns."
It sounded like an order.
Lara gasped for air as the pain became intense, then slowly faded.
