Althea stood by the railing, gazing up at the stars scattered across the night sky. For once, everything felt calm, and she allowed herself to savor the peace, however fleeting it might be.
So far, nothing has unfolded the way it had in her troubling dreams, and the mysterious little girl had yet to reappear.
A part of her wondered if she had imagined it all– every eerie moment born from the shadows of her fear of losing her only family. Guilt pricked at her dragging others into her unease. She had been terrified, and that fear had loosened the reins on her curse, letting it tighten its grip on her mind. But at the same time, she couldn't blame herself still, cause she had visioned her own parents death before the attack even happened.
Ever since she started taking the prescription Esme gave her, the hallucination had eased. Acheron made sure she took it everyday and on time too. With her senses back to normal, it made her think that perhaps, it had all just been in her head.
