The dream began like always. I was dressed in a white gown. It reminded me of a peplos, which were the draped gowns that women in Ancient Greece wore. My feet were bare. I was bound to a stone slab altar. There were men dressed in black, with sashes tied around their waists and hoods covering their faces. They had swords. The moonlight from above caught the glint of their blades. They were everywhere.
I was surrounded. The cold stone permeated the fabric of my gown. My wrists and ankles chafed at the rope abrading my skin. I tugged with all my might, but I couldn’t escape.
I was weak. So weak. The worst allergy of my life, but there were no other Immortals around me. I couldn’t understand why my power had failed me.
There was someone holding a jade sword over me. I felt the burning hea
