Nyx's pov
Sacrifices! Swords! Baby! Evil! Moon goddess! Helena! Powers! Fight! Resurrection! Clouds! My mind was a torrid cluster f**k as my eyes snapped open and I tried to lift myself from the ground which got me thinking about where I was and why I was laying in the snow.
I groaned widening my eyes to see that I was in the grounds of war and my confusion grew trying to know what the f**k was happening plus the weird dream I had about seeing some moon goddess was bizarre.
I felt my fingers gripping something and I looked down to see them grasping at a magnificent sword that looked like it could slay anything in sight. A scream wrenched my attention from the sword and I looked in the direction of where it came from.
A devastatingly handsome man was currently fighting with an old woma
