It's almost midnight and I can't sleep. I'm haunted by nightmares of kings and queens and their deaths. Some being decapitated, others poisoned and some of whom I don't even recognize. Some aren't kings or queens, but are just normal people. Their screams echoed in my head and heart. I could feel and see their pain. I knew their troubles and problems and saw them die horrible deaths. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I was helpless.
"Run! Hide!" A large volcano erupted and covered a whole city in ash and lava. Pompey.
"How do you plead?"
"Not Guilty!" A sharp whistling noise cut through the air and in seconds, her head was gone. A ruby necklace bouncing through the crowd. The French Revolution. These were all famous events in history where many people died. Thousands of people died and I saw it all. I could see their lives and what kind of people they were. I am suddenly jolted out of my horrendous dreams to find Jake standing over me crying.
"What's going on? Why are you crying?"
"It's Lily, she's missing."