Caspian’s pov
Blinking lights of lamps lit and fluctuated from a distance when the dense fog over a particular area covered the long lost river and the breezes blowing sent chills in the small village of Valic. Birds of prey hid under the empty barks of dried trees standing tall against the odds. Crawlers went back to their den when they heard a banshee crying sitting near the river.
First in a while! It was a wintery night in the village. This inextricably unexplainable phenomenon gathered the oracles' attention. They brought books of stars and read the signs that could bring the light to the right path.
After the discussion held for hours, the oracles assembled in the throne room where the Royals had been informed about the prediction of the stars. Sitting across the gold-plated thron
