Chapter 247

Authors PoV Draven had seen visions, omen and sights of another time and shadow of possible futures during the course of his life. But nothing could compare to this that shook his being. He sat up in his room, breath rasping out, with sweat dripping from his flesh. The room was in the dimness of dusk, redolent with old herbal incense from his previous ceremonies; however, the picture that danced across his mind initiated an involuntary shudder down his spine. Gilly. He had seen Gilly. She was supposed to be dead. For years now. And yet there she was in the vision, standing before him, her eyes swirling as if a bottomless abyss of great power and sorrow. Her lips moved-sounds came out, but he was unable to hear any. Then-Evelyn. It was no louder than a whisper but crystallised so clearly in his mind that sudden realisation crashed over him, a cold wave. Evelyn. Draven leaped up from where he was seated, flinging away the pieces of his now toppling mind. He had to find Serena. Serena, ju