The Prophetic Dream

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As I talked with my grandpa about the future, I couldn't help but remember that vision, that premonition I saw when I created a contract with Yggdra. Something within her powers merged with my own Divine Eyes, it allowed me to see glimpses of the very far future, possible futures, perhaps.

And in one of them, I saw grandpa… dead. Killed by someone I had never met before. Yet I couldn't help but think of such a future as ridiculous, his Aura alone, even as he rested, was tremendous. I couldn't hope to think of anybody ever capable of besting the King of the Elves, the strongest elf alive, perhaps.

But…

"Grandpa, I…"

"Hm? What is it, my granddaughter?"

He asked with his thoughtful and cold emerald eyes, yet I could clearly see a slight warmth in them, he was a caring man, someone that cared for his people, and putt hem over his own safety.

Should I tell him or not?

I don't know…

What would he think about it?

"…"