“Aurora is especially famous for that,” Dia teased. “But all it takes is the right person, in the right place, at the right time, to activate a prophecy’s beginning.” She tapped the page once more, forcing my attention on the humanoid figure. With each second that passed, its proportions became more detailed, filling out to form a far more feminine shape. I winced, hand suddenly recoiling from the page as a prick of blood flowed out from my fingertip, racing across the creases to fill in around the picture’s head as a mess of wild hair.
“H-Holy s**t…” By all accounts, it looked like a simplistic interpretation of me.
“But you have been aware of this for quite some time, have you not, Aria? Aurora asked. “Perhaps not consciously so, but your time spent here in our town has brought forth
