VICTORIA'S POV

I closed my eyes, feeling the pressure as a buck load of images started appearing in my mind.

The images of women running around, the image of some weird faces holding a committee, about an old woman holding a newborn child, about a dark stormy night with thunderstorms, a woman screaming enraged as a white light was coming out of her, about a woman who was staked with a wooden dagger, about a man crying while looking up in the sky.

There were so many images that I couldn't ...