Writers POV
The walls were covered in long, agitated shadows from the soft crackling of the hearth fire. Rhea was motionless in bed, her breath irregular, her body drenched in perspiration. There was a problem. A fever burned deep in her bones, pulsing beneath her skin. The borders of the room vanished into void as her vision flickered in and out of focus.
Then she heard it.
A whisper that coiled through the air like mist, old and ethereal. *The Moon's Daughter...*
Rhea opened her eyes. She sat up straight, her heart thumping madly against her ribs, her breath stuck in her throat. Although the voice had been quiet, it had a vibration that made her uneasy because it went right to the heart of her being. She looked about the poorly lit room, but she was alone. A dream. It had to be a dre
