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A Day in Lazulis (4/4)(ENG)

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The vision

While she walked down the streets of Lazulis, Cassandra returned with her mind at the moment when she had revealed to that young man her name. She had noticed his uncertainty, and she was sure that in a short time he or one of his friends would read the link. Yes, her name was Cassandra and as the one in the legend, she had a gift... and a curse, even if different. Many years before she had managed to summon a spirit that she had asked for the power to see the future.
That day her eyes on the present were closed forever, giving her a chance to look over, both forward and backward in time. Gone blind, she could no longer "see", however she could perceive something like a distant music, and interpret its meaning quite accurately. What the spirit had not said was that if she stopped using that power, she would die within a few days, and that at the same time that once she had "heard" someone's future, it would become unchangeable, with no possibility of remedy.
Of course, that depended on how far she pushed with the prediction: that's why she limited herself to matters of love or business. Sometimes, however, the power was pressing so hard inside her that she had to hear it all.
Just as it had happened that day.
While walking in her world of darkness, Cassandra thought with sadness to the past of the man she had just condemned. His family exterminated. His plan for revenge. The encounter with the child who would become much more than a friend. Cassandra felt guilty for telling him he would reach his goal and that would bring happiness to all.
It was the truth... too bad to get it, he'll transform into a monster and then he will force one of the most important people in his life to kill him.
And she couldn't do anything about it.
She regretted that she managed to convince him to listen to her. If she hadn't heard the future of his friend Zael, probably she would never have attracted his attention, but during one of their meetings she had warned that in the following years the young man would suffer immensely over something that was going to happen. That time she had managed not to hear everything, granting Zael to change even just a small part of his future, but her curiosity and her own power had prompted her to seek out the missing details and so, once recognized Dagran as the object of that prediction, she wanted to learn more. Cassandra wasn't prepared for what she heard about his future.
She had to stop for a moment in a lonely path to rest. That meeting had been the most exhausting and sinister ever made. Over the years she had experienced fatal events, but the manner in which that prediction was concluded...
She heard the lance through the flesh of Dagran; his last words coming out of his lips; the life leaving his body.
And despite the death, the prediction continued in a long, eerie silence, as if someone had erased everything. The most likely explanation was that it was so because Dagran was dead, yet it didn't completely convince her. Yes, because in the end that unnatural silence was interrupted, and soon after she had seen Her.
It was a sharp, perfect image, as when she was still able to see. A woman was bending over Dagran. The light that she emanated wasn't enough to let Cassandra  to see where they were. The woman had white skin like porcelain, and had no eyebrows. Her lips too were white, devoid of emotion. Her features suggested to the peoples of the lands of Northern cold. Instead of clothes, her body was covered by skeletal, dead ivy-like tendrils that shrouded part of the chest, leaving the shoulders uncovered and then went down wrapping her legs like a gown. Her arms were outstretched toward him, their white skin was torn and bent backwards around forearms like the petals of a flower, showing twisted hands similar to roots. Instead of hair, She had a tangle of brambles filled with iron thorns writhed like a bunch of snakes upwards. Shortly before the end of the vision, the woman was so close to the face of Dagran that Cassandra, through him, could distinguish only her eyes. Big eyes with white irises enclosed in a thin black ring. She would find wonderful that creature, even if a little creepy if she hadn't known who she was.
But she knew it. And this made it terrifying.
Not to mention the screams. For all that vision, there was only a sound to fill her ears: the screams of Dagran. He was dead, and yet he was screaming in pain.
In the past, Cassandra had traveled far and wide to the world through her researches, as well as finding the conjuring which would gave her those powers, and she rediscovered ancient manuscripts that spoke of that creature and her eternal sleep.
The latest, as well as the last to speak about Her, asserted that when in Lazulis the force called “the Outsider” was evoked by the stars, her sleep started to become agitated. Cassandra knew that the immense power of the Outsider attracted to itself all the energy that surrounded it and used it to create something new, and she understood the connection between the Outsider and Her, and her fury too. Even in her vision, despite its almost sad expression, that being conveyed anger.
Soon She will wake up. I've seen it and therefore it will happen. We're all going to die and it will be all my fault!
But perhaps she could still do something. The fate of Dagran was marked by now, but through him she could pass all she knew about Her to his friends and warn them of the danger. That faint hope was all she had.
She slumped to the ground and taking her face in the hands, began to weep in despair in the solitude of the lane.
What have I done?

fav.me/dat5gl7 <--- previous.

Happy new year everyone! Let's begin a new year of deviancy with the final part of the translation of my first fan-fiction! As always, if you find errors (and you will find them, I'm sure), please tell me, so I can fix them.

All +fav, comments (and fan-art, if you really liked it despite the awful grammar) are very welcome ;) (Wink)

Original Italian text here ---> fav.me/d7uw7s6

By the way, if you don't know, the game that inspired this and most of my fan-fictions is "The Last Story" and belongs to Mistwalker

EDIT: And with this one, I've finished all the corrections!
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