Covering my ears with my palms wasn't making it any better. There was excruciating pain in my head when I caught sight of the pictures briefly — the blackish water that my mother had called "the doomed waters", blood flowing rapidly towards my feet amongst others. The man and the museum-like memorials were relatable to the present. The green eyes were evidently those that belonged to Aidan, and the ancient structures looked like they belonged to the Wildon.
'What does this mean?' I gasped out in an inaudible voice. I was becoming short-winded as the agony prolonged.
'Destiny is in your hands,' a female voice rasped in Taulorus. With a flash of red and brown, my brain blanked out.
