My senses were on high alert as I remained in my position close to Lucien in the tense night air. At the edge of the meadow, Alec's warriors waited for the ideal opportunity to attack, their motions barely discernible in the darkness. However, a strange sensation that pricked at the corners of my consciousness came over me as I straightened myself, getting ready for the impending battle.
It began as a subtle murmur, a whisper that I couldn't quite place in the back of my mind. I ignored it and concentrated on the fight ahead, but the sensation just intensified, like an unseen burden on my chest. The noises around me faded, my eyesight became somewhat blurry, and then I felt as if I was in a completely other place.
