Camilla’s POV
“Camilla,” the sound of my mother’s familiar voice jolted me awake and I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me that I was dreaming although it was scary, it felt kind of calming hearing her voice.
Turning to face her, I gasped when I saw her face. She was covered in blood and the sight of her like that alone sent me into a whirl of fear as I tried to move away from her but I couldn’t.
“W.. why… Why are you here?” I stuttered, cold creeping into my skin and I could feel the hair at the back of my neck standing.
It’s scary but why can’t I feel my fear?
“You’re almost 21 and there’s a lot of things that you should know.” She told me as she tried to hold me but I moved away from her grip.
Why does every keep telling me about my coming birthday? What is so special about it?
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