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Early the next morning, Madas jerked awake. She sat up and drew in gulping breaths of air. Her wild-eyed gaze scanned the narrow alcove in the rock where she and L’eon had made camp. L’eon was gone, but that was not what had awakened her in a panic.
She lifted a hand to her cheek and was surprised when she felt dampness. Looking down at her fingers, she could see the shiny residue of tears against her green fingers. She rose to her feet and brushed the dirt off of her pants, holding onto the edge of the rock as she looked out over the forest.
Drawing in a shaky breath, she tried to calm the frantic beat of her heart. While she often dreamed, there were times when her dreams were… different. Her maternal grandmother had said that she was gifted by the Goddess to see things others could
