16. Potion Making

CHAPTER 16: Potion Making

Pyra’s POV

My mind drifted into the far distance, further than I ever thought.

It was consumed by so many thoughts, but few stood apparent, threatening to destroy whatever sanity I had left: the mysterious figure in the restricted west wing. What was it? Why did it show me those visions?

What was the blood war? And why were there so many deaths?

And why did it call me by that same name that has been called by that red-headed man in my dream, always? Why does everything feel so mysterious?

Rhaella!

That name. Who does it belong to? Maybe, just maybe, the red-headed man in my dream is the same as that cloaked figure in red in that west wing. That could only be the explanation, right?

Questions racked in my mind, threatening to explode the little sanity I had left as I was lost in thought, unaware of my surroundings.

I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, but I didn’t react to it. I was too engrossed in my mind-questioning to reply.

“Pyra…”