Chapter 292
***IN THE KINGDOM OF SALEM***
Remeta stayed in her mother's bedroom, rubbing her arms methodically as she stared up to the sky. Her gray eyes were dazed and bold. The eyes of the seer.
Corna was beside him. The little boy offering her support, while staring out of the window with her.
The clouds gather in the sky. The sky had been postcard-perfect, but it was changing. It has been changing for a while now.
The beautiful cocktail-blue shade was beginning to darken into gravel-grey. Large pillows of cloud were forming, blotting out the old-gold colour of the sun. The sky wants to turn tar-black. The sign of a heavy rain about to fall.
People ran around helter skelter seeking shelter while they stared up to the sky in wonder and bewilderment all at once. It is the sign of rain about to fall. But how can this be? There has been no rain in Salem for ages.
"The arrival of the great prince is here." Remeta stated in that monotone that belongs solely to the Great Ones.