Chapter 56 Vision Of The Past

• The dream began softly, like a whisper—a quiet, flickering memory that felt more like a distant thought than a vision. I was standing in a great hall bathed in warm, golden light, and before me was a woman whose presence seemed both familiar and foreign. Her dark, flowing hair, regal posture, and fierce gaze—all so much like my own. It didn’t take long to realize I was staring into the eyes of my mother, Princess Anita.
• I tried to speak, to call out to her, but no words came. I was only an observer, trapped in this ghostly echo of the past. And as I watched her, I could feel a sense of urgency, a deep, mounting dread that made my heart pound in my chest.
• Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall, and she turned, her face hardening into an expression of quiet rage. A tall figure emerged from the shadows—King Darwin, his gaze cold and calculating, the glint of a deadly scheme reflected in his eyes. I felt a surge of anger rise within me as I recognized him, knowing now the darkness that hid behind his false mask.