The fire
danced and crackled with life, seeking to devour everything in its path. Three separate spurs raced around the
warehouse, burning all they touched.
Boxes of all shapes and sizes became ash as the flames joined to become
one intense, hungry blaze.
She watched
the scorching scene, riveted to the floor. She turned her head, seeking an escape, but saw only
shadows. The flames were almost
upon her when the walls disappeared.
She felt the heat closing in and tried desperately to free herself. When she turned back, the flames
surrounded her, engulfing her in an inferno of pain and torment. Screaming, she felt the flesh melt from
her limbs.
Dyla bolted
upright in bed, awakened by an ear-splitting scream. Drenched in sweat and trembling uncontrollably, it took her
a moment to realize that it was her own scream she had heard, and she shuddered
in fear.
She clambered
off of the bed and fell to her knees. “Oh no, oh no,” she whispered while
rocking back and forth.
Within
moments, Darius came rushing into the room and found his sister sobbing on the
floor. Enfolding her in his arms,
he made a telepathic connection and was immediately assailed by images of pain
and suffering. He had never felt
such intensity through his link with his sister before, and he nearly staggered
back at the blow. “It’s okay now, you’re safe,” he said softly, clutching her
tighter.
It took Dyla
several minutes before she came back to herself. “Darius, I had a terrible vision. There was a fire, it destroyed everything.”
Darius lifted
her chin and met his sister’s eyes. “I felt it when I touched you. You’re safe now. It was only a bad dream.”
“No, it wasn’t
a bad dream, it was more than that.
I was there, inside it, feeling the heat of the fire. It burned me. I’ve never felt anything so horrible before.”
“Do you want
me to summon the healer for you?”
“No, I want to
talk to Mother. She’s never
mentioned having visions before, but she may understand what’s happening to me.”
Darius helped
Dyla to her feet and slipped a robe over her shoulders. A number of concerned servants were
standing in the doorway to the bedchamber watching the scene unfold.
Darius reassured
them. “It’s all right. Go back to bed. Everything here is fine.”
The servants
nodded one by one and slipped away.
The twins left
Dyla’s room and walked down the corridor to their parents' bedchamber. Dyla knocked lightly on the door.
Silence
greeted them.
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