The throne is yours to claim, little child. Kill every single La Crox and avenge the Bloodfang. The Moriarty is your only ally, remember that.
My eyes snapped open as I gasped for air. I assisted myself up, wiping the sweats on my forehead.
"What is that?" I murmured as I looked around my chambers. It was winter and freezing, and yet, I was breaking out in sweats because of a vague dream.
I massaged my temple as my head throbbed painfully. There had been voices in my head, but they were more like whispers. But in my dreams, the voices were loud — deafening, even. If I didn't get used to the whispering voices I had been hearing since a year ago, it would be a problem.
"What did they say?" I wondered under my breath, trying to recall the distinct orders in my dreams. Nothing came up, though.
"Ahh, whatever." I tousled my hair as my eyes veered towards the window. It was still dark outside.
