I woke up with my own scream still trapped in my throat. For several seconds, I didn't know where I was. I sat upright, breathing hard. Moonfall. My room. Not the burning village. Not the screams. Not the fire. I pressed a hand against my chest. My heart was beating too fast. I looked toward the window. Morning light was beginning to enter the room. It had been a dream. At least, that was what I wanted to believe. But the memory of the fire was still there. The symbol. The woman. The voice. They felt too real. I climbed out of bed and walked to the washroom. Cold water touched my face. I looked at myself in the mirror. “You're fine,” I whispered. My reflection didn't look convinced. A knock sounded on the door. I quickly straightened. “Who is it?” “Luna, breakfast is ready.” “I'll be there.” The servant walked away. I looked at myself again. No one needed to know. Not yet. I didn't even know what had happened to me. How could I explain it to anyone els
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