Location: Thornhaven Village
Date/Time: 1-2 Ashwhisper, 9938 AZI
Realm: Mid Realm
The vision slammed into Lyria without warning.
One moment, she was helping Mira hang laundry—simple work, mindless work, the kind that let her forget she looked nineteen instead of fourteen now—and the next, reality fractured into silver light and branching possibilities.
She dropped the wet shirt. Didn't feel it hit the ground.
Copper eyes. Bronze skin weathered by millennia. Moving through the forest with mechanical precision, each step measured, calculated, devoid of wasted motion.
Closer now. So much closer than before.
Two days. Maybe less.
The vision released her, and Lyria staggered against the cottage wall, gasping. The silver rune on her forehead pulsed with residual heat, marking her as what she was: Prophetess. Seer. Target.
"Lyria?" Mira's voice came from far away. "Lyria, your forehead's glowing again—"
"I'm fine." The lie came automatically. "Just... give me a moment."
