Ivy:
My fever subsided enough to shower, eat something, and sleep briefly before I began having the dreams again. I hadn’t shared my dreams with my mates. I had been having them, thinking it was just part of the heat… until now. I stood before the holy leaders; I was on my feet in armor fashioned of impenetrable steel. Each wore armor that mirrored my own, and their faces were scrunched up in a rage, each with a natural distaste for the situation.
“This is it, then? Is the war the generations of women before me had successfully kept at bay?” I was overwhelmed by a strangling sense of failure.
“Don’t blame yourself, Ivy. How could you have known the traitor was under your nose the whole time?” The moon goddess placed her hand on my shoulder, changing the dream.
We were on a battlefie
