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"She will take your power."
"Death!"
"Wake up."
"WAKE UP!"
I had hoped my visions would become more clear. This new title of mine could give me a new perspective on what is to be. Of course, nothing ever comes out easy. My visions became vague. The images were blurred and the speech was muffled.
With a sigh, I stepped out of bed, hissing quietly as the cold wooden tiles touched the pads of my feet. I crept to Niklaus' room on my tip toes even though only vampires lived in the house.
"Come in, Cecelia," came Niklaus' voice before I could even knock.
"Nightmares or visions?" He asked as he patted the spot next to him in bed.
"Visions. I can't interpret them," I whined. I laid back with a huff, "I'm so tired."
"What do you need?" I peered up at his questioning gaze.
"A normal life," I grumbled as I shut my eyes. "I want to sleep without being bombarded with visions."
I felt his fingers press against my forehead. "Sleep."
I knew he was going into my mind. He's done this before. He would take the visions as they come and I would dream normally.
Darkness clouded my thoughts and for the first time in a while, I drifted.
"Cecelia!"
I peered up at the woman standing above me. The sun behind her made it seem like an Angel coming down from the heavens above. She held her hand out.
"Is this-"
"Real?" She laughed and nodded, "Come. I have so much to show you."
Her aura was warm and my inner enchanter didn't feel threatened. I took her hand.
"Who are you?" I asked as she guided me to the same golden door as before.
"My name is Alessandra," she stated with a grin. "I've been watching over everyone here for you."
"Where exactly is here?" We had walked into the doorway leading us into the same open field we were in before. Only this one was filled with hundreds of women.
"Paradise," she said in a duh tone. "The world for all enchanters.
This world, as she put it, was beautiful. Wild roses grew in bushing all around the field. There was a river that flowed into the endless forest to my right.
"It's beautiful," I told her breathlessly. "I never read about this."
"Of course, you haven't," she snorted as we strolled. "This is the resting home for all dead enchanters."
