FAO
The nightmares started Monday night.
I'd had dreams before — scattered images, feelings without context. But these were different. These were memories, sharp and jagged, cutting through the fog that had shrouded my mind for twenty-one years.
Fire.
The smell of smoke, thick and choking. The heat of it, unbearable, pressing against my fur. Screaming — not my voice, other voices. Familiar voices.
"Run! Take your brother and RUN!"
A woman's face, twisted in terror. Red hair like mine. Eyes like mine. Hands pushing me toward the door, toward the darkness outside.
"Don't look back. Whatever happens, don't look back."
I looked back.
I shouldn't have looked back.
I woke with a gasp, human and shaking, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.
"Fao?" Elowen's voice, sof
