Eighty

Roger rose from his sleep in grief. His dream was the most terrifying ever. His heart was troubled. He tried to interpret the dream himself but he could not. He retracted his royal coat from it's stand and walked out to check if the royal spectre was still there. He heaved a sigh of relief on seeing that the spectre, the symbol of peace and unity of the coven, was intact. His dream said the contrary. He knew deep inside that the dream was a message, a warning but he could not place his hands on it. He rarely see visions of the night and when he does, it warns.

He quickly sent for his diviners and socerers. His dream, the king's dream must be interpreted urgent and privately.

The Royal diviners came just in time and he had a close door meeting with them in his private chamber.

"His Majesty, live oh ye forever. Tell thy servant thy dream and we will show you the interpretation." They said.

Roger, a dark expression on his face began to narrate his dream. "Listen car