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It’s like a puzzle piece fitting where it belongs. “Sadie?” I face Raven when she calls my name. There is panic and nervousness shadowing her eyes. “What if it wasn’t a dream you had, but a premonition?” Shit. Damn it, I hadn’t thought of it in that light. I didn’t want to think of it in those terms, but what if Raven is right? What if it’s a premonition? A premonition of what’s to come. A premonition of my death.

She takes her time to calm down and when she does what she tells us, it shocks us. "I'm sorry if I scared you. Normally, I don't pass out from premonitions. This one was different, more powerful. It was a premonition, but I was also witnessing things as they were happening in the present. Before I explain what I saw, I need Skyler to come here as something I saw he needs to know."

I gagged, bile rising in my throat, and clutched my stomach as a wave of nausea rolled through me. “What...was that?” My voice trembled, the words barely escaping my dry, cracked lips. Aryna’s presence stirred in the back of my mind, her tone gentle yet laced with concern. “Was it a nightmare?” I shook my head weakly, the motion making me dizzy. “No,” I croaked, barely able to get the word out. “Not just a nightmare. A premonition.” I sat frozen for several moments, the weight of the fear suffocating. Though the details of the dream had already begun to slip away, the residual terror clung to me, gnawing at the edges of my sanity.

Mercy raised her hands, blue light pulsing between her fingers, ready to end this once and for all…. Catching her breath, Mercy sat up in bed, the dream over. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she realized it was just a bad dream. Her eyes went to August. He was asleep. He was fine. She closed her eyes for a second, thankful that it was just a dream. But she knew, just like those other dreams were memories, this one wasn’t just a dream either. It was a premonition.

Him: "Yes, that includes people waking me up or someone knocking on the door." He: "I inexplicably bought a cup in the supermarket, which looks the same as the one at home, I don't even know why I bought it, and a few days later, the old cup was shattered; sometimes I would pick a particular artist's work to watch, which I actually don't really like to watch, it's just purely to pass the time, and I don't think too much about it, and a few days later, that artist would die or something would happen; when I was organizing my stuff When I am organizing my things, I may leave a certain thing which is not useful at all on hand, and then a few days later, I will use it for an unexpected event; I

he says with exaggerated innocence, his eyes wide like a guilty puppy. I fight a laugh and focus on eating. Then, out of nowhere, a strange sensation hits me. I freeze mid-bite, eyes closing as I tune in to my surroundings. The air shifts—buzzing with something unseen, something inevitable. “Prepare yourselves,” I say quietly, my eyes still closed. Trixie leans over to whisper, “Is she having a premonition? I didn’t know they could do that.” “No, Trixie,” I answer calmly. “Premonitions come to me in dreams. My tasks are shown in dreams too. This… this is a feeling. Something is about to happen.”

She pauses to think, sighs slowly and then smiles somewhat sadly. “I sensed…. or …we have something called moment of sight. That’s when a touch, or conversation, or even a strong emotion, gives us a flicker of a moment. Almost like a blink that you don’t quite catch but it instills a strong feeling that you can’t shake. Almost like a premonition in a way.” She explains to me and I catch Colton nodding at my side. I know he has experienced it as he told me so before.

"Never mind." "No, don't do that. What was the dream about?" "I see Noah in my dreams, torturing me. Other times I see my mother trying to tell me something." "Ouch, just when I thought I would be the only one occupying your dreams." He sounded jealous. I shook my head and kissed him. "A witch's dream is the most important to her. It is where her premonition comes from. Something big is coming and I might be at the centre of it. Last night just heated everything up."

Chapter Thirty-Six Rhea opened her eyes with a sharp inhale. She was back in her room. The ceiling above her came into focus as she slowly sat up. Her head throbbed painfully, and her heart was racing as if she had just run a marathon. Everything felt too loud, too overwhelming. The dream she had… no, it was more than a dream. It felt like a warning, a premonition. Her hands trembled slightly as she ran them through her hair. A plague. Something terrible was about to happen. She didn’t know where or when it would begin—but she had seen it, experienced the dread and horror in that place. The thought that she might be too late haunted her already.

“Yeah. So, I should probably start by telling you I am Moon Blessed. Well, both my sister and I are Moon Blessed, Joshua.” “Moon Blessed, how?” “We both have premonitions and can feel when trouble is coming our way. Last night, I had one of these premonitions. My sister did too. For whatever reason, it transmits to my mother, so she knows as well.” Dad interrupted. “This has been happening since Sable was pregnant with Jude and Jordyn. They have a connection that is really remarkable.” Uncle Jett then asked, “So the premonition…what was it?”