Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26242189-20160827180646/@comment-26826001-20160829061154

They sat up and munched on their last cinnimon bun, thinking about the dream. "What happened in it?" She quietly mumbled to herself, mouth full. She was over a battlefield in the middle of the territories. She was equiped in some kind of light armour, so her wings would still be useful. The battle was raging on below, dust scattering the field. She dove in for the attack, killing 1, maybe 2 monsters in that swoop before flying back up again. As she watched for another target to strike, a searing pain had gone through their chest. Emily recognised the weapon.

A light blue spear.

She wasn't into superstitions or anything like that, but she had a bad feeling.