The Lycano Legacy

CHAPTER FOUR PREMONITION

So, this was odd for the visions. You know how I know it was odd? It had nothing to do with me or my past, that and everything was on fire. Like, burning, blazing, and filled with embers. And maybe I should mention the person that is centered in my vision.

The figure was obviously female, long brown hair, probably about seventeen, slim figure but still strong, and her face looked like Luca, my fiance, and myself. I guess at some point I get lucky and this soot covered teenager with....MY SWORD!! The vision got more interesting when a pack of Vampires jumped out of the rubble of a slightly more enhanced Shartà. The girl moved quicker than I expected and didn't even draw the sword. Instead I watched her eyes flashed silver, odd, and then there was a blaze of blue flames as the vampires evaporated into dust. All but one, who was left as nothing but a charred torso still capable of breathing. The girl stepped on his chest and even I flinched from the anger and evident threat in her voice.

"Tell your master if he wants me dead, he'll have to try harder"

The vampire spat at her, growling something like "You're nothing but a dead mutt Diana! My master wi-" the last part was cut short, literally, by Feitola. Then Diana pulled the sword out of the skull as it powderized and she walked away. In the faint light of the fires I could just make out what she was wearing. To put it short, it was my armor, which helps to explain why Diana is able to wield Feitola so easily.

"I'll just tell him myself then." Her eyes flashed silver again as she changed into what I guessed was her wolf form, though it was slimmer and had a red hue, likely from her mother being a Fox Spirit. Then the vision changed again, to some time later, maybe a few hours. We were in a section of the Homestead that I grew up in, next to the orphanage where Luca and I spent the majority of our childhood. This room looked beaten, as though the Homestead had been under attack for years.

Diana was standing around a table, like a war room, with older versions of everyone at the Homestead. This made me uncomfortable, especially when they started talking this....this dystopia that my mind had brought to me. It wasn't much information, but still more than enough to send chills down my spine.

The feeling started going away until an older Iris stepped out with a look of worry. A look saying that someone was dead, or damn near it.

"Diana, get in here. You need to be at their side."

Then as my daughter left her place at the table, I felt something cold in my heart as I realized what was happening. Once I figured it out, I woke up.

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