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Fire. Burning. Death. Four red eyes. Smoke. Demonic laughter. A raven.
Azar shot up in her bed, covering her mouth with her hand. This dream/vision had been much clearer. She rushed from her room to Arella’s. She needed to make sure the girl was okay.
Sure enough, the girl was fast asleep. Not a care in the world. Arella was due any day now, even though she had only been pregnant for 36 weeks. The child was rapidly growing.
Azar stared at the pregnant teenager’s stomach as four red marks appeared. That happened sometimes. More often than not. Thankfully, the glowing was no longer accompanied with excruciating pain. That was a plus. However, nobody knew what the glowing red spots meant. Their healers didn’t know. Their scholars didn’t know. Four red spots, Azar kept repeating in her head as she stared at the teenager who was sleeping peacefully. "Four red spots," Azar said to herself. But then she froze. Four red spots, or…four red eyes. Azar covered her mouth in horror. What. Had. She. Done.