~Diana~
As I watched Azaria and Alaric enter the room, the weight of my recent vision pressed heavily on my mind. Ever since Azaria had helped me refine my visions, they had become more precise and less agonizing. This newfound clarity, however, brought with it a revelation that could change everything.
"Azaria, Alaric," I greeted them, my voice steady despite the urgency I felt. "There is something important we need to discuss."
"What's wrong, Mom?" Alaric asked, his arm securely around Azaria's shoulders, his protective instincts clear. Its so surreal to see someone you used to hold in your arms and was so fragile become protective.
I took a deep breath, readying myself for the gravity of what I was about to share.
