The Dragon Prince is not mine.

Protostar

"Vision is a picture of the future that produces passion."

- Unknown

Lightning licked the sky while thunder tremored the heavens. A torrential flow of rain tormented the earth below, covering the ground in a blanket of water. The winds howled as they raged and blew, not a care in the world for anything in their path.

Three humans formed a half circle around an unknown object, and the rest of the circle was filled in by three elves. Whatever held their attention was filled with immense power and importance, but it was blurred and distorted from view.

The expressions of those gathered were mixed as lightning continued to dance in the sky. The wind continued to blow harshly, its speed ramping up to hurricane force winds before it abruptly stopped altogether, the rain dissipating as well.

A calm settled over the group as the eye of a storm loomed above them. Their attention was once more focused on the blurred object, and a brilliant light began to emanate from it.

It continued glowing, blinding the humans and elves alike, until her vision was just a bright blast of white and nothing more. Just as the light began to burn her eyes, it disappeared, and only darkness remained.

All she could gather from the vision was that something important was coming.

And it was ready to change the world.

MOON NEXUS

"They're- they're getting out of hand, Lujanne!"

A frustrated elf girl paced back and forth in front of the elder Moon Mage, hands shaking as she struggled to hold any semblance of composure. Lujanne eyed the girl with a saddened gaze, "We will figure this out, I promise."

"That's what you said when these visions first started happening!" The elf cried out once more as she whirled around. Her hands waved wildly in the air, as if she was trying to shake her frustrations out of her body.

"You must calm down, my dear," Lujanne approached her slowly, and the girl peered up at her through solemn eyes, "You possess a unique ability most do not have experience with." The Moon Mage placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I am doing all that I can to learn more about your visions, but the lore is lacking."

The girl hung her head, "They're starting to hurt more." Her voice was quiet, meek even, and borderline defeated. Ever since the death of Avizandum a few months ago, she had been plagued by more and visions- each one more pressing and painful than the last.

And often times she couldn't do anything about the visions, even if she did share them with Lujanne. None of them had a timestamp, and this left her guessing when- and if- her visions were going to happen.

The Moon Mage's heart panged at the sullen look her ward wore, "I'm doing all I can."

The girl shook her head and pulled back. Words were muttered under her breath, but they were missed by the older elf. She crossed her arms over her chest in an almost protective manner and, without another word, she exited the sanctuary and made a beeline down the mountain.

Lujanne watched her go, heart heavy and mind unsure.

She wished she had more answers for the young elf, but it seemed the world was gearing up for a big change, and her ward was destined to watch it from afar.