All has been quiet in the Realm since Elena’s return, yet I can’t help but shake the feeling that it’s all about to go south. Since meeting the future queen of the Fae, my visions have returned at a furious pace.
Witches, Vampires, and Wolves have haunted my dreams. The only bright spot I’ve seen is the emergence of the Moonchild.
If the prophecy is true, that she will finally unite Lilith and Samael, then a chain of events will be triggered that puts the entire Realm at risk, threatening Elena’s fate to unite the Dark Races.
Even as formidable as my darling mate Roman is, I also fear for him. His rule will be challenged, plunging the Dark Fae back into a chaotic state, the likes of which have not been seen since Victor.
I’ve expressed my fears to Merlin, and although they have not fallen of deaf ears, he seems to have other concerns at the moment. And that is why I have started this journal.
It has been too long since I have practiced my craft and written in my grimoire. Ever since that first vision, when I found myself running for my life, my priorities have been on survival. Keeping myself and my family alive.
Now it is clear to me. For the sake of the Realm, as well as my friends and family, I must give myself back to Lilith, and decipher what I have seen.
A raven appeared in a clearing, her wings stretching out to a dragon, the moon of the goddess shining down on the bird while the star of the angel shone on the dragon. His wings bent toward the raven, protecting her. One by one, seven birds appeared, the seventh emerged from flames, a phoenix.
A dark cloud is falling upon us all, and although it is not clear now, we must have hope. For hope is the one thing that brings us through these dark times. Without hope, we are lost.