Becky POV
That night I didn't sleep.
Or maybe I did… but if what I saw counted as sleep, then I wished I never closed my eyes.
It started with darkness. Thick. Heavy. Like ink dripping from the moon. I could hear whispers of war.
A thousand voices chanting the same thing in a language I didn't recognize, but somehow understood.
"The half-blood will rise…
When the golden wolf awakens.
Two tied by blood…
One bound by fate…
And one destined to fall."
"And she has to lose all that matters to her in order to move ahead in her journey."
I tried to move, tried to scream, but my body wouldn't respond. My feet were sinking into something warm and sticky. Blood. A pool of blood. Everyone blood but mine.
"Why!!" I screamed.
"Why do I have to lose them."
"It's written that one with such power must be alone and stand alone because your path ahead only a person with nothing to lose can walk it." A voice answered and the sky turned red.
