Lyra sat cross-legged in the quiet shadows of her sanctuary, a hidden cavern lined with ancient texts and relics from a world lost to time. The stillness here was a comfort, a shield against the chaotic energy of the outside world, and it was here she could center herself before every vision.Her gift was as much a curse as it was a blessing, a bridge to things beyond mortal comprehension. And tonight, the weight of that knowledge bore down on her like never before.
The flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the walls, illuminating her closed eyes as she began to drift, her mind spiraling into the web of time and space. The visions came like whispers first, soft murmurs at the edge of hearing, drawing her deeper until she was entirely immersed.Then, suddenly, everything went dark.
She felt the air grow cold, an unnatural chill creeping into her bones. Her mind's eye opened to a vision of desolation: a city covered in ash and ruin, its once-thriving streets empty and cracked. Towering buildings lay in shattered heaps, smoke rising from them in thick, black columns that choked the sky. The sun was nothing more than a sickly red smear, shrouded by the darkness.
And then she saw them—the vampires, their eyes glazed with a fierce, savage hunger as they prowled through the broken streets. They weren't like the vampires she knew; their humanity was stripped away, leaving behind primal, monstrous versions of themselves. Their faces twisted in expressions of feral rage, their claws dripping with blood.
But the most terrifying sight lay beyond them, rising from the wreckage like a terrible omen: a figure clothed in shadows, towering over the world like a harbinger of doom. His eyes were the color of blood, piercing through the fog with a gaze that saw all, knew all. He radiated power and cruelty, his mere presence corrupting everything around him. And in his grip, held like a lifeless doll, was Tong.
Lyra's heart clenched at the sight. Tong was pale, his skin drained of its warmth and vitality, his eyes empty, his body limp in the monster's grasp. But there was something else—something even more chilling. The figure's shadow was marked by other faces, flickering in and out like phantoms, and among them, she recognized Mark. But he looked different, transformed into something darker, colder.
The scene shifted again, and Lyra saw the land itself begin to fracture. The ground cracked open, rivers of lava pouring forth, burning everything in their path. Trees withered and fell to ash, the sky split in thunderous roars as lightning struck the earth. The very world seemed to cry out in agony, its death rattle echoing across the desolate landscape.
In the final moments of the vision, Lyra saw herself. She stood at the edge of it all, helpless, watching the world crumble. And then, just as the darkness began to swallow her, a faint glimmer of light appeared at her side—a single white flower, fragile yet defiant, growing through the ash.
With a gasp, Lyra was thrust back to the present, her body trembling. She opened her eyes, her heart racing as the remnants of the vision lingered. She struggled to catch her breath, trying to shake off the lingering sensation of despair. She knew what she'd seen was not just a nightmare—it was a warning.
Her thoughts raced to Mark and Tong. She'd warned Mark before, sensing the threads of fate weaving around him and Tong, but even she hadn't seen the full scope of the destruction that awaited them. This was a darkness that could consume not only them but everything they held dear. And the figure she had seen, the one with the blood-red eyes... that was a force she had never encountered before.
Lyra rose. She needed to find Mark and Tong and tell them what she had seen. If there was any chance of stopping this future, they had to act now. They needed to understand the stakes of what was coming, and they needed to prepare.
Gathering her cloak around her, Lyra left her sanctuary, her mind swirling with the haunting echoes of the vision. Whatever lay ahead, she knew one thing for certain: if they didn't stop the shadow that loomed over them, the world itself would be engulfed in darkness.
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MY GOLDEN BLOOD - JossGawin FanFiction
FanficI wrote this story as a bit of a vent for when I was feeling a bit down about My Golden Blood. I thought there might not be another novel I could read. Moreover, even if there is, it will be very disappointing because it must be written in Thai, so...
