Alcyone
I woke that morning with sweat on my brow. I had to remember the omens. In my vision there was a wild horse, a brown haired freckled man tumbled to the ground in the grappling arena, and finally a sparrow flying across my path. Those were my warning signs. After that, Ember and Drakania would begin their fight over what I don’t know. I didn’t want to see my sisters hurt each other, but my visions were never wrong. Hopefully my warnings were listened to.
“Good morning, Alcyone,” greeted Lander, entering my room quietly. He’s been my servant since I was ten. He was a tall, slender man with olive skin and dark eyes.
“Good morning Lander,” I greeted. I got out of bed and began to undress myself. My nightgown needed to be changed, it was drenched in sweat.
