"Amaira."
"Amaira."
The sleeping blonde squirmed below the white sheets, furrowing her brows and scrunching up her face as she released quiet groans but didn't open her eyes.
Her eyeballs moved about behind the skin of her eyelids as she squirmed restlessly. She was having a nightmare.
Amaira was lying naked on a stone altar as strange people dressed in red cloaks chanted words in a language she couldn't understand. She tried to speak, but no sound came from her lips. It wasn't until she touched her throat that she realized it was slashed.
Shortly after, Amaira found herself watching herself die. The same voice calling her name earlier came from the lips of her dying self, bleeding out on the altar.
"Elias," she heard her say in a whisper before her eyes fluttered closed.
