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CHAPTER VIII —— ONCOMING ICE STORM.
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Sometimes Mare dreamt of death, mostly her own, but sometimes she saw other's. This time it was vague, a flash of blonde hair and a spear piercing through a heart. She felt the loss in her bones, the terrible ache of losing a loved one.
She saw the blood on her hands, and felt a terrible guilt. She opened her eyes, and was sure she would be the one to kill the faceless person in her dream.
In the waking world her hands were clean. The was no trace of blood, but Mare could still see it as clear as day. She rubbed her eyes and shook her head, looking around to see how much time had passed. Daylight had begun to fade, and Piper was shaking Leo awake. Jason turned to do the same as her, but startled when he saw Mare looking straight at him.
"Nice timing." He said.
"My sleep cycle usually links up with people i'm around, makes life easier."
He raised a brow, made a 'nice' face and turned back around.
Below them, a city sat on a cliff overlooking a river. The plains around it were dusted with snow, but the city itself glowed warmly in the winter sunset. Buildings crowded together inside high walls like a medieval town. In the center was a castle with massive red brick walls and a square tower with a peaked, green gabled roof.
