Location: Thornhaven Village
Date/Time: 24 Voidmarch, 9938 AZI
Realm: Mid Realm
The vision came without warning.
One moment, Lyria was asleep in her narrow bed, wings folded tight against her back, the silver rune on her forehead dim in the darkness of her family's cottage. Outside, winter wind rattled the shutters. Somewhere in the village, a night-guard called the hour—third watch, deep in the coldest part of the night.
The next moment, reality shattered like glass struck by a hammer.
She didn't wake. Didn't scream. Didn't have time to do anything at all.
The prophetic gift simply took her.
***
Silver-white hair caught moonlight through a cave mouth.
Lyria knew this girl. Had seen her a dozen times in fragmented visions since the rune burned itself into her flesh ten days ago. The girl in the cocoon. The girl with fire in her blood and silver in her bones. The girl who made Sharlin's hunters sweat with fear and demon kings rise from ancient thrones.
