I lied to Victor.
It pains me that I lied to him. But I couldn't just sit still when my mind was haunting me constantly.
My visions were getting worse and worse, and this time, I saw Lyra.
My baby grandchild, she is just seven now, but I saw something I wish I could wipe from my memories.
I saw her covered in blood. She was older, though, not like the little girl I know. She was much bigger, almost an adult? But I recognized her; I could recognize her anywhere. Those beautiful innocent eyes and the hair that she keeps asking me to braid and make her a Rapunzel.
Her hair was matted with blood, the silver color of it making the blood stand out more, but it wasn't her blood. It was someone else's.
Her hands were bloodied too, and there were drops of blood on her face and her neck, but what unsettled me the most was the look in her eyes.
