Lyanna
Blood. The metallic taste of blood. A dead body. More blood splattered everywhere. I kneel before the body, my arms still shaking from whatever caused it. I can't feel anything; I just kneel before it, dazed, my eyes are almost popping out of my sockets.
Everything feels so unreal and real at the same time.
"Lyanna! Stay back!" Lucien's voice booms in a distance.
I whirl around to see him staggering towards me, his eyes sunken back into his face. He is covered in thick, black blood from head to toe. He holds a limb in his right hand, and staggers to the point I'm kneeling, then kneels beside me.
"I killed a man," he turns towards me unnaturally, his neck contorting in a—
My eyes snap open immediately, and I spring up in a sitting position.
"Oh my gosh!" I breathe out, placing a hand over my chest.
"What just happened? What kind of a dream is that?" My nostrils flare.
