The Scorched Songbird and Cold Dawn

SIENNA'S POV

"You think you're special."

Myra’s voice rolled like jagged thunder across the endless, pitch-black void of my nightmare. She stepped forward through a storm of swirling gray ash that fell from the unseen sky like snow. She held her hands out, presenting a mound of dark, bubbling earth. The wet soil oozed between her polished fingernails, emitting a foul odor of sulfur and rot. The