Anna sleeps uneasily.

Dreams trouble her with chaos.

Pain and fire, engulfing all she knows.

Darkness and ice, draining life from her world.

She dreams this every night, but she cannot remember.

Cassandra’s fate was kinder, to see your everything burning

And to be powerless to stop it, unheeded and ignored, no one to fight.

Anna sees her loves and hates and her beginnings and endings

Swept away, unfeelingly replaced and cruelly supplanted.

And then morning’s light strips the memories

But leaves the terror and the pain.

Something is coming.

The end?