I see Warriors shifting getting into their trained positions preparing themselves for the onslaught to come. I see mothers, their children and the elderly being ushered inside to the vaults.
“Mir you need to get inside you can’t be out here, you need to protect our baby.”
“No I can still fight!” I protest
“No! Namirah listen to Reign, you need to be in the vaults. Now go!” My father yells leaving me no choice but to obey him.
I turn to go back to the house when a chilling shiver runs down my spine. Strangely I feel a sudden urge to look left. Slowly I turn my head, there I see a young man who looks roughly about the same age as Nate, wearing a fitted suit. He looks like a normal rather handsome human but judging by the colour of his eyes he is most certainly not. He’s watching me in
