CHAPTER EIGHTEENIt had been five weeks since she’d started walking through the general’s dreams. Each time she came to visit him, he was either dreaming about her flying joyfully for the first time, singing her pleasure and dancing with the birds and the dragon, or her dream self was sitting opposite him in his study, talking and laughing with him. She always assumed he was dreaming about her because he was anticipating their next meeting.
One night, he asked her how she was getting on with her father. Just as she was about to answer, the dream room shook, the surroundings flickering around them. Lumina turned into a phoenix, preparing for whatever was happening. The general looked around, wide-eyed and pale.
Without warning, he vanished and the dreamscape darkened. Lumina was alone. The
