Ivara laid her head down onto her pillow, her red hair sprawled out like a halo of copper around her head. The light from her ghost dimmed as it perched on nightstand to sleep. Ivara sighed softly as she shut her eyes and drifted into the warm embrace of sleep.

Whispers echoed in her ears, calling her name and another, Rathulan. She couldn't see anything but she heard heavy footfalls around her. The whispers soon became quiet chants that grew in intensity. The louder the chants became the more her name faded.

Rathulan.

Rathulan.

Rathulan!

A flash of green sky came into her vision but disappeared into black as fast as it had appeared. She felt her arm begin to tremble once again. A new image appeared before her, the pure white knight. It chanted Rathulan over and over as it circled her.

The knight finally stopped before her and stared at her with green eyes that seemed to melt away her light. The knight reached a large claw to her chest and leaned forward, its sharp fingers drove into her chest. She could feel the sharp point of the claw cutting into her beating heart. What felt like a fire now raged inside her chest causing her to sit up with a shrill cry of pain.

Her ghost quickly rose up off the night stand and began to scan her. Black tears that stung her skin rushed down her cheeks. She was awake now but could still feel the pain. She quickly looked down her shirt to where the knights claw had pierced. Nothing but a red mark was left of the claw. She quickly looked up to her ghost who hung in the air dazed and frightened. She tried her best to calm her breathing down. There was a sudden knock at the door that stopped her before she could talk to her ghost.

It's probably one of the neighbors. That was a pretty loud scream. Her ghost said to her mentally.

Ivara slowly and shakily stood into her feet and made her way to the door. She opened the small peephole and looked out. It was John. She never thought she'd be so happy to see a Titan in her life. She quickly unlocked the door and opened it. John looked at her confused. The light from the window washed over her as she opened the door. 'Morning already?' She though to herself.

"Hey are you okay. You look like you just woke up." He said not having heard her scream.

"Y-yeah I'm okay. What time is it?" She asked him with confusion.

His eyes traced the black trails left by the tears down to the point of her chin. "It's almost nine am. Have you been crying?" He asked, his voice mirroring her own confusion.

"Huh?" She moves her hand to her cheeks and wiped the black streaks away. She looked at the black smears that were now on her hand. They still felt warm.

"Uh yeah, actually." She said after a moment of silence. "You can come in if you want she said as she stepped back from the door and sat down heavily on her bed. Her face showed that she was deep in thought but what she was pondering, John had no clue. He sat down next to her and looked at her with a worried expression.

"What happened?" He asked.

Before she could lie and pass it off as nothing her ghost chimed and and spoke up.

"She had another nightmare of a strange white hive knight. This time it tried to rip her heart out in some form of a ritual. She felt the pain from it..." the ghost said with more concern than anyone in the room.

She shot her ghost a stern look that quickly faded into a look of thanks. She knew she never would have told him because of her stubbornness when it comes to accepting help.

"It's going to be okay. Trust me I'm here for you." He said trying to put her worry at ease. "You said another dream, what was the first one?" He asked her ghost.

"It was no where near the intensity of the last one. She only saw the knight rallying other hive on the moon. This last one looked as though it was in the Hellmouth, Crotas toomb in particular." Her ghost replied again.

Ivara sighed and looked down towards the floor.

"We could cancel our mission for today and go to the Hellmouth. Try and find the knight and kill it." John said in an attempt to comfort her.

She didn't reply at first. Instead she simply stared at the floor, her eyes seeming empty as she recalled the dream. She slowly looked up to John and stared at him.

"I-It's worth a shot." She said with a faint hope in her voice.