Chapter 455: The Omen
A young woman was looking down at a small fox on her lap, casually chatting away as if it were an ordinary day and a dragon wasn’t lying dead underneath them.
The woman abruptly stopped talking and looked up at the goblin child standing at the treeline frozen like a deer. She narrowed her ever-changing iridescent eyes and her red lips slowly curled in a smirk. “Well, hello there.”
Stryg took a trembling step back. “Y-You’re not Lunae…”
“No. No, I’m not,” Caligo chuckled. “And what might you be?”
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Stryg’s eyes snapped open and he sat up with a yell. His body was covered in sweat and his breathing was ragged. Tauri mumbled something sleepily next to him and turned away. Stryg glanced around the dark room.
They were in Plum’s bedroom. The drow in question was asleep on a chair, a blanket wrapped over her. Tauri lay asleep next to him on the bed. Last night’s events were coming back to him. Tauri and he had drunk a ‘special tea’ brew that Plum had offered. After that Tauri had acted strange and Stryg had taken them to bed to sleep it off. Everything should have been just fine and yet…
Stryg stared at his trembling hands. His dream, his nightmare… It was already fading from his mind, but something had happened in that nightmare. No, that memory. It wasn’t a dream. He was sure of it. Deep down, he knew. He had been there. He had seen the dragon of his childhood slain, a mangled corpse on the ground. The dragon had been slaughtered, but by whom…? There was a person… A woman? He wasn’t sure. The memory was slipping through his fingers like water.
He gritted his teeth and held his head in his hands. He had to remember. Something had happened that day. Something terrible. Yet every time he tried to recall the event his mind recoiled like an old untreated wound being poked at.