chapter 7

The sky was dark, not a star to give light to what lay below. With the moon nowhere to be found, candles were the only source of light to illuminate the gold, crystal embedded, coffin. In it, a still body with skin as pale as a diamond and hair as white as snow lay. The coffin took its place in the middle of the room under the opening to reveal the inky sky.

Several hooded bodies encircled the golden resting places, all chanting in low unknown tongue with their features shadowed, in their hands carrying goblets filled with crimson liquid.

One came forward carrying one bigger than the rest, decored even fancier than the coffin, in it, blood. His chanting grew louder, more crazed at the blood was poured over onto the body.

Just as the robed strangers continued the ceremony Xavier suddenly awoke from the dream. Beads of sweat trickled down his body and matted his white locks. He sat up, running a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. His pulse was quick,