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I take a deep breath and begin to recount the details of my dream to Nana. I describe everything—the woman with the purple hair, the blood that soaked the ground, the way my powers failed me when I needed them most. I tell her about the wolf, the snarl, the sheer size of it, and how its piercing blue eyes seemed to stare into my soul. But when I reach the part about the man—how his body shifted, his warm, bare skin, the scent of honey that clung to him, and the way he held me—my voice falters. My cheeks flush as I speak, the memory stirring something deep inside me, something I can’t quite name. Still, I force myself to finish, describing everything right up until the moment I woke up in my bed, cold and alone. Nana listens intently, her face unreadable at first. But when I finish, I see a flicker of something in her eyes—a spark of curiosity, maybe even understanding. She leans forward, her voice soft but serious. “Lenora… from what you’ve described, I think it’s possible the woman on the ground could be you.” Her words hit me like a bolt of lightning. Me? The woman covered in blood? I open my mouth to respond, but Nana presses on. “I don’t fully understand it either, but it sounds like you could be skipping through times and dimensions in your sleep. Something is calling you to that dream, pulling you into it.” I swallow hard, trying to process what she’s saying. Skipping through dimensions in my dreams? The idea feels far-fetched, but at the same time, it makes a strange kind of sense. That dream—it was so vivid, so real, like it was more than just a dream. Like it was a window into another world. Nana’s expression turns more serious as she continues, “I don’t know what the deal with that man is, but from what you’ve described, he could very well be a werewolf. Whether he’s friend or foe remains unclear. You need to be careful, darling. If this happens again and you find yourself in that dream, especially if you’re unable to use your powers, you might be vulnerable to harm.” Her words send a chill down my spine. I hadn’t even thought of that. Could I really be in danger in my dreams? And what if I couldn’t defend myself? I nod slowly, my mind whirling with questions. “Do you really think I’m glimpsing into the future? Or maybe into another dimension?” Nana gazes at me thoughtfully. “It’s possible. There’s so much we don’t yet understand about your powers, and dreams like these often carry deeper meanings. As for the man, trust your instincts. If your gut is telling you he’s not an enemy, then perhaps he isn’t. But we can’t take any chances. We need to be sure.” She pauses, then adds, “We need to discover which realm you are destined to travel to. That will help us understand what’s happening and what you need to be prepared for.” With a sharp clap of her hands, an old, weathered book appears on the table in front of us. It’s thick, with a cracked leather cover and pages that look like they’ve been through centuries of wear. Nana opens it and flips through the pages with ease, stopping when she reaches the middle—where the pages are completely blank. “This book is, in a way, a fairy encyclopedia,” she explains. “The first half is filled with runes and their definitions. The second half contains detailed records of every fairy queen and mythical beast throughout history. These blank pages here? This is where new information is recorded.” I stare at the empty pages, my heart beginning to race. Nana looks at me, her eyes steady. “You must place your hands on these middle pages. When you do, it will print the information about you—your abilities, your destiny—into all the books across the realms for the other fairy queens to see. But once you do this, Lenora, you will also be in danger. The moment your existence is recorded, you will no longer be hidden.” Her words hang heavy in the air, the weight of what she’s saying sinking in. Once I place my hands on that book, there’s no going back. The other queens, the rulers of the realms—they will know about me. They will know who I am and what I’m capable of. I nod slowly, nerves thrumming through my body. Am I really ready for this? But deep down, I know I don’t have a choice. This is my path, and it’s time to face it. “When you’re ready, let’s do this,” Nana says, her voice gentle but firm. I take a deep breath, my hands trembling as I reach for the book. Am I ready?
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