Days passed. I returned to Azala, determined. This time to master the vision, only now, Malic stayed in the room with me, and continued to interrupt whenever blood dripped from my nose
''The visions will come,'' Azala reassured me. ''But you must be patient.'' I nodded, but the impatience bubbled beneath the surface. I needed answers. I might be running out of time. Greyson could die at any moment.
My second, third and fourth attempts were no better. The same images flashed again, but this time, they felt heavier. The ship was being tossed around in waves crashing against it, while Greyson, again with long hair, held me while I cried. I saw Greyson holding the baby while he cried, ''What shall we call him?'' He asked me before the visions stopped, and I was being shaken by Malic.
''Lun
