Days rolled into days, and Tiara continued her life of great toil and sweat.
From dawn to dusk, she did menial jobs, trying to make ends meet. Still, the people still whispered behind her back.
And though she still lived in a broken cottage behind the arena, Tiara now walked with a quiet strength in her step.
But something had undeniably changed. She started to have a series of visions which began with flickers of memories, shadows holding to the edges of her thoughts.
At first, she thought it was as a result of being overworked during the day, but then she began to see that it was way beyond being overworked.
She saw wolves she had never met, running through burning forests, their eyes glowing with desperation and fear.
She also had a vision of a child being born with the glow o
