Reyna's POV
The whirly voices the winds were making on a cloudy evening as Illyana was entering, the air was dry and the magic and the life weaved patterns helped Illyana sort of see what her Daughter, Reyna was about to say it, but until she said it wasn't the decided future, a bit of visions, a bit of magical reality all wound up as one big encasement
They were all curious wondering what I will say next and what I meant by what I said, I don't think I have ever seen them all so curious as to what the next words in my mouth was going to be, the undivided focus and attention on tired, frail me was astonishing, I felt cared for as crazy as that sounded and I knew that wasn't up for debate as it was something they all had shown me always so to complete the story I said
"The
