"The unborn child that you bore is the child that is destined to fulfill the prophecy."
From a distance, she heard a soft, feminine voice. Her brows creased at the familiarity of the voice. She was certain that she had heard of it a lot of times, but she could not pinpoint where and when exactly.
A misty figure from afar came into her view. She could not clearly see its face, but its blue wings stood out against the green landscape.
'A faye!'
Is she back in Aelfrey?
The woman brought her hands to a barely visible bump on her belly, feeling her child's faint heartbeat in her womb. "Are you sure that it will be my child?" The woman asked an invisible companion, her voice laced with deep concern for her unborn child.
"The prophecy doesn't lie. As a whisperer, you are perfectly aware of that. This prophecy has been passed to generations of your ancestors."
"But.. my child. I fear for my child's safety!"
