POV: Celeste Moreau
My scream echoed through the stone walls of my refuge as I fell to my knees. The vision hit me like a punch to the gut—blue fire everywhere, a girl floating in the air, and a woman with eyes as black as night rising from Silver Lake.
"Mistress!" My trainee Finn rushed to my side, his young face twisted with worry. "What is it? What did you see?"
I couldn't speak. My whole body shook as the images burned themselves into my mind: Amara Kings, the girl I'd helped betray, surrounded by blue fire and facing a thing with her own face.
"It's happening," I whispered, holding the edge of my scrying bowl. The water inside still rippled with the aftershocks of my vision. "The Harbinger has awakened."
"The Harbinger?" Finn's eyes widened. "But you said that was just a story to scare little witches."
I shook my head, trying to stand. My legs felt like water. "I was wrong. I was wrong about everything."
