Chapter Seventy-Four: Thanatos 🤫

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I cannot possibly sleep. Ahmya is out there, doing Gods-know what to get Bricria back, while we are asleep in a hotel. I can hear Brishen snore, and Branwen mumble, and Bayou twist and turn, but I cannot hear Ahmya. 

Because she is not here.

I turn my pillow upside down, relishing in the cool feeling, sinking into it as if it is a cloud. 

"Ugh," I groan as I shift again. I cannot sleep. Not one bit, and we have to get up early tomorrow! 

-*-

A shadow wraps around my forearm... a Seer Shadow. I gasp as blinding light mixes into my sight, clouding my mind. 

It is sunny out, the vision declares. Two Faeries, one bending over the other with a mask shrouding her features, her hair pulled beneath a cloak. She leans over a dying body, green ooze coating her hand. The vision switches, angling down at the fallen Faerie. 

Dark hair and a mask of pure nature, a scent of pure death mixed with an adventurous spirit stares down the one above her. 

Freyja

Her eyes are a bit glassy, but she still manages to gasp out her final words. "Find my daughter," Her voice is strangled, as if it had not been used in a while. Hoarse, yet somehow still ethereal. "But may you never lay a hand on her. She is the heir of these lands, but may you never truly know how." She coughs. Choking on her own blood. "I curse you, my betraying ally, to a life where misery repeatedly visits you. I curse you to have guilt as your only friend. I curse you, Queen, to see your second daughter rot by the throne instead of on it." And then her blood finally overtakes her, and she starts to fade. 

"FREYJA!" Somebody new yells from across the balcony. They rush over, and the girl Freyja once stared down lifted. Crying.. Blubbering. 

"An arrow." Is all she said. 

-*-

My dream switches; a vision no longer, but rather a dream-scape. One with a red-haired princess from a far away land.

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