Ancient Tongues
Lyra's POV
The world came back to me in pieces. First, the taste of copper in my mouth. Then the sound of worried voices speaking my name. But something was wrong. The voices weren't just coming from outside, they were coming from inside my head too.
Child of three bloods, wake up.
I opened my eyes, and everything hurt. My head felt like it was splitting apart. Jason and Donovan were kneeling beside me, their faces tight with worry. Behind them stood Morgana, her hands glowing with magic.
"Lyra?" Jason's voice was soft. "Are you okay?"
I tried to answer, but different words came out instead. Old words. Words I'd never learned.
"*Aethon vel kamar, sanguinem unitum.*" The language flowed from my lips like water. Ancient vampire dialect. But how did I know that?
Donova
