Chapter 387: Sliver of Something Dark

Talia Valerie had followed me over, her hand tugging at my sleeve. "Momma? Is Lucian going to be okay?" I forced myself to smile, swallowing the unease that began to claw at me. "He’ll be fine, sweetheart. He’s strong, just like you two." But the dark magic lingered, swirling like a storm just beneath his innocent surface. Suddenly, a vision flashed before my eyes: my son standing on a pile of skulls so high and wide it blocked out the sunlight. The only light came from the sun peeking through some of the holes in the skulls, illuminating the hills of his sword. He turned to the side, revealing a face scarred by something that had melted his skin halfway off. I shook my head. That was not my son. It was merely a fantasy—something that would never come true. Yes, despite how much I knew of the prophecies that should never be trifled with, this one was not promising. I was not a priestess; I could not see the future. There was no way this was possible, and it felt like it was all for