Lilith was dreaming.
She knew she was dreaming because the world around her was painted in shades of silver and grey that did not exist in real life, and because the air tasted like smoke and lavender and something ancient she could not name. She was walking through a forest she had never seen before, where the trees grew so tall their branches disappeared into mist and their roots twisted across the ground like sleeping serpents.
Come to me, child.
The voice was a whisper that wrapped around her ribs and pulled. Female. Old. Familiar in a way that made her chest ache even though she had never heard it before in her life.
You have been asleep too long. It is time to wake up.
Lilith tried to stop walking but her legs would not obey her. They kept moving forward through the silver forest, one step after another, her bare feet silent against moss that glowed faintly beneath her. She tried to speak, to ask who was calling her, but her mouth would not open and her tongue felt heavy and useless behind her teeth.
Do not fight me. You will only make this harder. Come to me and I will show you what you are. What you have always been.
The trees began to thin and Lilith could see light ahead, cold and white and wrong. The voice grew stronger with every step she took toward it, and somewhere deep in the back of her mind a small part of her was screaming....screaming that this was not right, that she needed to wake up, that something terrible was waiting for her in that light.
But the voice drowned everything else out.
Almost there. Just a little further now. Come to me, Lilith Morvaine. Come home.
Lilith’s eyes flew open.
She was staring at the ceiling of her bedroom, at the familiar cracks in the plaster and the shadows cast by moonlight filtering through her curtains. Her heart was racing and her skin was covered in cold sweat, and for a moment she just lay there trying to remember how to breathe.
A dream. It was just a dream.
She closed her eyes and tried to settle back into sleep, but something felt wrong. The air in her room was too cold. Too still. And there was a pressure building behind her eyes, a pulling sensation in her chest that made her want to move even though she was exhausted.
Get up.
Lilith’s eyes opened again.
She sat up slowly, mechanically, her movements stiff and wrong like her body was being controlled by invisible strings. Her feet found the floor and she stood, swaying slightly, her nightgown hanging loose around her legs.
The room was dark. The estate was quiet. Everything was exactly as it should be.
But Lilith was not in control of her own body.
Keep walking. Do not stop. You are almost there.

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