My mates, thankfully, said nothing concerning the prophecy Da Ankora spoke of. They knew I didn't want to talk about it, so they let it be, opting to act like everything was okay when it wasn't.

The dreams persisted. At first, it was just walking through the forest with the older version of me that I realized was my mother. The more I dreamt about her, the more it seemed like a part of my memory that was sealed off was finally crawling out from a shell. Each day felt like I was getting closer ...