It wasn't unusual for the young fate-seer to have very vivid dreams of those close to her. Her mother, Deadpool, had often described the events as the Fate's revealing their will to her; flashing image after image for the youngster to either ignore or help shape the course of. At least, that's what Deadpool had always told her. Anoet was never quite convinced that they had any meaning at all besides being strange dreams that sometimes happened to come true. She was far from being a prophet of any sort like her mother, after all.
But this particular dream struck her hard...because she never dreamed of Azazel. For a long time the young Voidbringer had steeled herself against dreams involving her older half-sister because of the amount of guilt and sickness she felt afterwards. The things she saw...if they even remotely happened then she was a lousy fate-seer for not fixing them. Over time she had stopped having dreams of the older Sailfin altogether and thought it was for the best. The night was proving her very wrong.
The forest was dark, mountains jutted up all around the interior landscape. It was full of holes....some holding yellow eyes that glowed in the moonlit. Azazel was in a clearing, somewhere in the midst of these mountains. Huge brutes were all around her. Frosts, Sailfins, Sandsharks, a Sparkdrake. All looked down at her sister with cruel eyes, yet they were not what scared Anoet most.
That privilege belonged to the distinct pair of red eyes atop a shadowed head hovering just in the background. Circling. Waiting. And then, when the others seemed to be turning away from Azazel to leave her alone, those red eyes turned towards the meek Sailfin and unleashed white claws and fangs that sunk into her sister until the darkened shadow consumed her body completely...
"XEKOLI!"