"What?" Aunt Althea asked with furrowed eyebrows the next morning when I brought up the nightmare to her.
We were both in the mansion's garden, sitting around a round white wooden table, each of us holding a mug of warm tea.
Caroline was staring at some flowers and picking some at a corner as my aunt and I had our conversation, but she listened in once in a while.
This was a conversation for witches after all.
"Yes, Aunt. A black vortex of... Chaotic magic." I whispered, looking around as I remembered the images in the nightmare.
I wasn't able to sleep after that nightmare, even with Kaelos cuddling me and planting kisses on my face each time he turned on the bed.
He even slept in later than usual this morning to stay with me longer... But alas, it did little to drive away the chaos in my mind.
Althea blinked at me for a few seconds before shaking her head. "And you mentioned a deep voice talking about awakening chaotic magic from underneath the continent?"
