• 1,500 years ago
    The Vision


    There was fire everywhere, blazing up the walls. Blood curdling screams, shouting guards, and the clash of weapons was heard all around. Energy balls flew from the hands of masked men at the elven people running down large corridors. Sorcerers tried to fend off this black magic, but were soon overwelmedand fell one by one. A great explosion shook the building and a nearby wall tumbled down. A shrill scream, louder than the others, started nearby.

    Aryana woke in a cold sweat. Her breathing was broken and ragged, and she realized she was crying. Her throat felt sore. She must have been the one screaming. She took a few deep breathes attempting to calm herself. This was the third time she had this vision, but, even if it wasn't completely clear, it was much more vivid.
    Aryana's handmaid, Arisa. burst into the room, worry written all over her delicate face. "Oh, Milady!" she exclaimed, seeing the tears running down her face, and flung her arms around her. Aryana clung to her friend and sobbed, still very shaken, while Arisa murmured words of comfort. A few minutes passed before Aryana finally regained her composure and wiped the tears from her eyes.
    "Are you alright, Milady?" Arisa asked. She stood beside the bed still holding Aryana's shoulders. She was a petite woman, not very tall, with short curly hair and a round face that belied her strength.
    Aryana smiled weakly and nodded. "I'm fine. It was just that vision again. It was clearer than it was before."
    Arisa studied her for a moment then sighed. "I see." She asked no questions as she went to open the curtains. There really was nothing to ask, she'd already been told what the dream was about. Sunlight poured in through the bay window as Arisa pulled the dress Aryana would wear out of the wardobe across the room.
    "I hope this treaty will keep that from happening." Aryana continued. She often told Arisa what she was thinking. She was her closest friend and confidant. "I'm sure if we don't stop this war with the vampires, my vision will come to pass."
    Arisa smiled. "Well, today is the day we make preparations for that council meeting. Let's hope all goes well. Now here's your clothes and I'll bring in your breakfast." Arisa walked briskly out the door.
    Aryana started to get dressed, still dwelling on the dream. She didn't see the future often and never the same one more than once. She was sure her and her brother's plan to stop this war would work, but Aryana got a nagging feeling that she had gotten something wrong. She pushed it away, she probably only felt that way because of her own uncertainty. Aryana tried to recall if her mother had visions like this once, but she knew her mother had never mentioned anyting similar to it.
    It was a blessing and a burden to have this gift. The women of the Fëanor House had the ability to foretell the future for generations. Aryana only wished one of the them had left a journal or memoir, but no such thing existed. She could use some guidance, but her grandmother and mother were no longer living.
    Aryana had finished dressing and washed her face clean of any tears. She was staring out at the city below, lost in thought, when Arisa returned with breakfast. She sighed, turning away from the window. She sat down and ate her breakfast without tasting it, oblivious to the things around her. Aryana was planning out her day in her head, and trying to decide what needed to be told her brother when she met him in his study. There were many things to discuss and take care of before tomorrow's events.
    Aryana silently prayed for everything to go smoothly and that her vision would never come to pass.