After the fight, Annika kept having dreams about her past, and the dreams were vivid. Some of them were pleasant. She could hear an older woman talking to her, sharing stories. Then, the dream would shift to something darker. However, Annika would keep coming back to that woman’s voice. The tales she wove were comforting and encouraging—even if Annika didn’t always remember them in the morning.

Her ability to create and shape the darkness had grown. She could usually bring something forth quickly. Whatever she thought of would easily form and arrive in her hand. The more she created, the more confident she felt and the more creative she became.

Today, the lessons about understanding and using the Veil continued. Annika listened to her father with rapt attention. She was so focused that when he stepped away, she jumped when he appeared behind her. Annika’s face flushed from embarrassment, but she quickly focused on her father’s words once more. 

The multiverse. There was something about that word that felt right and made sense. Of course, it explains why people from different times arrived in Limbo to conquer the same evil. And today, Annika would get the chance to play with that herself rather than being pulled into it.

[color=#663399]”The Veil. The space in between. Is there anyone or anything else that travels in between like we do?”[/color]