The ship rocked gently on the turbulent sea, its creaking timbers whispering through the night. In a small but comfortable cabin below deck, Cherry lay in a bed far softer than anything she'd experienced in months. The rhythmic sway of the boat, even amidst the storm, served as an oddly soothing lullaby, lulling her into a fragile sleep.
For the six-year-old girl, the darkness of slumber should have been a haven, but tonight, it became a battlefield.
The lightning that illuminated the storm outside seemed to echo in her dreams, casting shadows of fear and pain. Trauma works its way into the deepest parts of the mind, and for Cherry, the horrors she had endured had begun to awaken something buried within her—a dormant bloodline ability stirring to life.
She saw images, vivid and sharp, as though they were happening before her eyes. They weren't memories, but echoes of reality—events unfolding somewhere far away.
