Amaia pov

I had a dream, I couldn’t say if it was a good dream or a nightmare but I did dream, and in that dream. I was alone. Standing in a black long gown, the flower sign on my neck that signifies the curse wasn’t red as it used to be, it had turned black. In that dream, I was what I was. A hybrid. I felt the power in me, I felt the amount of energy and powers I had.

That, I felt burdened me.

But why was I alone?

What was this dream I was having?

Where was everyone? Where’s everybody?

“Zyair!”

I yelled, running through the...