Kaira awoke with a start. It’s only a dream. It’s only a dream. This was the third night in a row, however, and she was finding it hard to dismiss it as quickly as before. As with the other two, the dream was so real it was difficult for her to discern whether she was awake or asleep. Even now, the shadows of it still haunted her as the images began to fade…

The sounds of battle filled the air. Dark and light shapes fought one another around Kaira and Birjanji. In the distance, she could see a form kneeling in front of a dark figure. She knew it was King Alfred before she saw him more clearly. Lord DuPraye towered over him, a fierce expression on his hawk-like features as he held a long broadsword in his hand. A second sword lay broken beside the Luth...

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