AURORA’S POV
The same night
I heard it, a faint feminine voice echoing with the wind. Lira seemed to have a way of contacting me, I tried to avoid Damion's questions and pretend I didn't hear anything.
With my new strength, I focused on carrying the huge pile of meat, while the men carried a few more.
Damion looked at me like he's trying to find answers. I couldn't tell him about my vision in my dream, the horror I witnessed. Even though Velmoria wasn't mine to worry about, I still didn't know who Lillian was or why this spirit, Lira kept following me whenever I came in the woods. It was all too much for me to take in.
“Are you probably thinking about, uhmm I don't know— maybe Lillian? Tell me what's so special about this name,” Damion asked as he remained a step behind towards me.
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