It was chillingly beautiful, the vermillion moon contrasting against the darkness of the night sky. It was oh so bright, a red hue emitting from the round shape and reflecting off of our wide eyes. My attention was taken away from the moon in the sky to the seer who lay limp in the Kings arm. It was fading, wisps of smoke rising from its small body, and in no time, only the rag that it adorned was left behind.
Did it die? I thought that seer was healthy, it did not see many futures. The King stood up from his kneeling position, clutching the rag tightly in his right hand. I could not see his face, but his taut shoulders and eerie silence was enough to tell me what he was feeling.
I for one was shocked. I knew that this prophecy was forthcoming, I thought about those wicked words in the
