Memories flashed like blinking light, too fast make sense of. A flash of white, the type of crying you might hear from a baby, the warmth and love and then cold evil hatred. Then there's a small blinking light, like the North Star, only it was purple. But before you could get closer to make sense of it, you were engulfed with a black smog. Blacker then death, It would pull you into a black abyss, then you wake up... Azurine would have that dream every night as long as she can remember.

"What was that?" She whispers.