ORTON'S POV
Something was off.
I don't exactly know what it is, but something didn't just feel right. The nightmares that woke me up every other night. It all felt strange because I never saw the faces of the people in danger. Only one thing was certain, the people even though they were faceless seemed so familiar still.
Blood. Cries of agony. Swords stained with blood. Ashes.
Everything tasted and felt like war. Even in the middle of a nightmare, I would recognize war when I see it.
I didn't know how to trace it. Still, I didn't know where it would come from.
I should have chalked it up to a nightmare, one that would probably never even happen. But the repetition of that nightmare only said one thing.
I went straight to Emrys' chambers. He was more calm and strategic at things lik
