"Aurora!" I shouted, rushing toward her crumpled form. She was lying in a pool of blood, her face pale and lifeless. "What happened to you?"

She looked up at me with dull eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "You're too weak to save me."

Suddenly, Aurora's face began to shift and morph, her features twisting until I was staring at my father's face.

"I told you, boy," his voice echoed through the darkness. "You are weak. You don't deserve to lead. Let Dean rule, he's stronger than you and ...