I see them now. I see what will be.
I know what is to come and it pleases me.
The path they each take, the road they so willingly walk, leads to their destruction.
Rosabur, hunted, despised. Her blood will flow, turning the rivers red as her face grows pale, twisted in pain and disbelief. She shall reap that which she has sown, believing herself safe but never being so; a rabbit on the run. No hole will be deep enough to hide her from their wrath. No place will be safe for her, no tears enough to wash away her sins. In death she shall meet those she has hurt, her soul ripped apart again and again by the spirits seeking vengeance. Oh, but she will pay eternally for all that she has done to those she has encountered in life.
Drevorin, my heart, my love. His plans will be for naught, turned to ashes before his very eyes. His slaves will turn on him before the end, seeking his demise pitilessly. His enemies will come for him but he shall have no one to turn to, no one to help him. All that he fought for, all that he worked toward, all that he hurt others for, dissipating like smoke on the wind. He shall meet his end upon the cold earth, the fluid of his life leaking out to stain the stone and as he lies gasping for air, desperately trying to cling to his last thread of life, he shall remember. He shall look back and see what he has done. He shall yearn for the chances he let slip through his fingers, the love he walked away from, the life offered that he refused. Betrayed, broken and his lifes work a failure, he shall shall know naught but despair.
Davick, my wolf. His punishment shall be the worst of all. Marinette shall be wrested from his grasp, taken away by the illness that weakens her body and destroys her mind. His heart shredded by grief, helpless against it, powerless in his agony, he shall know only loss. Too stubborn to die, too broken to live, he will find no solace in the care of others. Through endless days he will wander alone with only his pain for company and in the darkest hours he shall think of me, he shall remember my smile and he shall know that I wear it only for his punishment.
I see these things. I know them to be true. The blood dreams haunt me still, calling to me, tempting me to fall, to bathe myself in the viscous liquid of renewal. I resist, though, for I know that I need only patience enough to see my visions come to pass. Their fates are set, their endings guaranteed. In life or death, I shall bear witness to their suffering and I shall be vindicated.
