The night was quiet, too quiet, as Lena lay in her bed. The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, but despite the serenity around her, she couldn’t sleep. The weight of everything—the visions, the leyline’s pull, her strained training—pressed down on her. She had spent the evening with Rylan, trying to hold onto the fragile peace they had rebuilt, but there was something restless inside her.
Her body was exhausted, but her mind raced, and the unease settled deep in her bones.
Finally, after hours of tossing and turning, Lena’s eyelids grew heavy, and she slipped into an uneasy sleep.
The dream came slowly at first, a swirl of colors and soft whispers that seemed to stretch endlessly. Then, the scene shifted, sharpening into focus, and Lena found h
