Author Note: Before the events of Chapter 35, Claire has a dream from her ancestor to calm her down after the death of Abuela.

"Claire. Claire." I hear that siren's voice again.

I open my eyes but see nothing but darkness around me. I feel weightless like I'm hovering mid-air, but I can only look around. The voice keeps calling my name. "Who's there?" I ask, searching around for the source.

"Claire, do you remember me? Do you know my voice?"

Then it hits me. "It's you! You're the voice that sang my lullaby and who led me to get back to the shore."

"Yes! Come to me. Come to me, Claire." The voice confirms and repeats.

But I still can't see her. "Where are you?"

"I'm here."

I feel something soft touch my hand and warmth behind me. I see a tall, beautiful woman in a blue 11th-century gown. She glows, and it's so intense I cover my eyes. I can't see the details of her face. But she feels so familiar to me.

"At last, we meet my precious little angel."

"Who are you?" I ask curiously but nervous, trying to adjust to the light coming from her.

"My name is Veronica." She replies.

"Veronica. Like Veronica of Galot?" I ask, thinking it's my ancestor. She smiles and nods her head, making me feel excited.

"Come to me, Claire. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come to me." She replies and extends her hand to me.

I cautiously walk towards her and reach for her hand. But when I do, it's transparent and goes through my hand. "Here I am!" I call out, feeling her drift away. "Wait! Don't go!"

"Come to me, Claire, and remember. You must come to me." She says before fading away.

"Wait! Wait for me!" I shout, trying to reach for her again. "I'm coming!"

She fades entirely away, and a castle takes her place. "This is where I am. Keep going on to England. Come to me and remember."

I gasp and open my eyes to the ceiling of my bedroom. I turn to my clock and see it's 5:00 am and still dark outside. I turn to NotEnrique, who sleeps soundly next to me. I contemplate whether I should try to go back to sleep for a moment longer or stay up. I notice a book glowing on my desk and groan, rolling my neck before getting up. I walk to my desk and see the golden book vibrating against the wood. I grabbed it, sat next to my window, and opened the book. I flip through them but feel lost and confused. I don't know what I am trying to find, but it's something. "Come on. Give me a clue here." I mumble, scanning a page. "What are you?"

Then my necklace starts glowing. I look down and see a spark fly from it to the center of the open book. Light purple spreads across the pages, and the book starts glowing yellow. My eyes widen as the pages flip on their own to the beginning. The pages are blank but slowly show text. It's in Wizard-ese. The page looks like a letter or a diary entry. I look at the top left corner.

My dear Claire,

This book is a gift from me to you. If anyone could figure this out, it's you. Since you're reading this, I'm dead; I kept many secrets closed off from everyone, but now I entrust you with this book. Only you can read it, and only you can understand it; it will be your guide…

I stare at the page, eyes wide. Now I understand what Abeula said about finding the book in ash near a destroyed castle. She went to the site where Camelot crashed. This isn't a map or a spellbook. It's Morgana's journal. I get up and throw the book away, covering my mouth with my hand, feeling like my heart will burst. This book was from her ashes. We're following a book from her somewhere, but does that mean she's trying to help me? Help us? Does she have an involvement with our journey? Should I keep that book? So many questions are swirling in my mind, but if this book can help us get to where we need to go, I should keep it and read it more. I have a feeling that this book will tell me the mystery of Morgana I've seen in my dreams. I bend down and pick up the book again. I flip the page to another entry. This time, it's in English.

6th day before Ides,1093,

1093. Like 1093 AD? Morgana must've been around my age since she looked to be in her early 40s when I saw her in Camelot. According to Douxie, that was in 1117. But Old English in England was very different than the modern we know today. But this is translated as a way for me to read it. But the words sound a bit incorrect with their grammar. But it's more like how English was written in the 1500-the 1800s. Like Shakespeare and/or Pride and Prejudice. I come back to the page and keep reading.

I feel something coming. But I don't know what it is. I keep seeing these... visions. I don't understand what they mean. But all I know is three of them. First, I see a girl born with purple flames around her. Next, the same one glowing purple, surrounded by a cloud of blood red and freezing ice behind her. The last is darkness. But then I see the light other times. They seem so strange. The girl doesn't look like anything I know of. Maybe I should call on Merlin about it? But the voice told me not to speak with him or anyone. Voices have been swirling in my head ever since my dear Mother died. Her voice. She guides me, echoing in my thoughts, protecting me. Merlin told me that we must be on alert when we see a sign. I've been feeling it since Brother was crowned four moons ago. I hear suffering with everything he does outside of these walls. I'm scared if not for Merlin's protection of me since Mother's passing, I would be dead as the magical creatures in his hands. I sit in my chamber from my window or in the court, watching helplessly as creatures like me are imprisoned, tortured, or killed. Why does Merlin tolerate this so?

Will I ever be strong enough to save those who are different from his wrath?

That's what she said to me in Camelot in her bedroom. She protested against the mistreatment of magic creatures and even protected me from the same in front of King Arthur and maybe Merlin. That question is the end of the entry. I can't explain, but the more I know about her, the more dawned on her, like a connection, but I can't let that happen. Morgana and I were and are nothing alike. Right?

Author Note: In the first draft, Claire has this dream much later, but it makes more sense to have this right before she goes on a journey. I hope this isn't confusing for some, so please review.