<span style="font-style: italic">The elf girl stood alone in a never-ending forest. Something did not feel right. I figure stepped from the darkness. She couldn't see anything from the shadow figure. It glanced up, it's eyes seeming to tear at her soul.<br/><br/>"Which one shall die by my hands? You, or your sister?"</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Firrae</span><br/><br/>Firrae jumped up, her breathing heavy and her body sweating like no other.<span style="font-style: italic">It was just a dream dumbass.</span>She let out a long breath and stood from the bed. She spotted a little piece of paper by her door. She picked it up, heading towards the trash to throw it away, when her name caught her eye. She read the little paper, figuring it was from Vashen.<span style="font-style: italic">An......apology?</span>She sighed and dropped the note in the trash and headed to Their room.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF00BF">VIRA</span><br/><br/><br/>Vira opened her eyes to the sick feeling again. She jumped from bed and ran for the bathroom. She sat there by the toilet half asleep, half awake. The dream stirred through her head, resonating like a bell. It was causing a dramatic stir in magic from the baby. She cradled her stomach, softly singing in a language she didnt know, a song she didnt remember. It had been pushed to the back of her brain, a memory of the first time her mom held her and Firrae, singing the same melody. Weird, how she could remember such a thing.