Athena was in a lawn. It was so large that it seemed to stretch on forever. The lush green grass touched her bare feet, brushing against her heel. The wind held the smell of wet mud as the clouds thundered monstrously.
She stood at the precipice of chaos itself. Clad in a black gown.
She recognized it for what it was. A dream.
"I remember the day you wore this gown for the very first time. I was enamoured by your beauty even back then. You looked like the queen that you are. I remember thinking how endless our eyes were and how beautiful your hair looked when they were not falling all over your face."
Athena heard Caibre's voice getting closer with each moment.
She did not turn around for she knew what she would see. She did not have the strength to see him just yet.
