Iris
“Sapp… are you sure?” I asked her, my heart trembling, afraid to have hope. Sapp had been dreaming about him for the last couple of months. I dreamed about him often, too. How could I not? When one of the things that my heart wished most was to have him in my arms, to have him alive and well.
“I am completely sure. It wasn’t a dream this time. I think it was never a dream. It was a light, a call, a connection. The last time I saw light and fire, his hands were united with the hands of a brown-haired woman. The only weird thing was that he was a grown man and not a twelve-year-old. I know it’s him, Iris. Trust me,” Sapphire told me. I knew better than to not trust her intuition. She might be a silly furball sometimes, but she is also wise, and her soul can touch the light more often
