"Beatrice!"
The name tore through the air. The voice that carried it sounded sharp and desperate. Physically painful.
Aire blinked, and looked around to know where the voice came from, and that was when the world shifted.
The castle was gone.
The warmth of the room, the soft press of fabric beneath her fingers, and the feeling of the pearls against her fingers all of it vanished. They disappeared like they had never existed.
What replaced her reality was chaos.
The sky was wrong again, just like the last time she had a vision.
It wasn't night, and it wasn't day either. The sky burned with gold and violent violet, streaked like the heavens had been clawed open.
Smoke filled the air.
Aire's lungs seized as she inhaled. The scent choked her. It smelt of burnt wood, blood, and iron.
There were screams around. So many screams.
Her head snapped to the side.
