277 Recalling (2)

'Blood Moon.'

"Witches are hated in my world.'

Alicia's brows pulled together as she tried to make sense of where she had heard those words. It was a feminine voice. Who said that to her? Was it Amber? Or Queen Anne? She mused.

"Princess?" Harold called softly as he touched her arm, and she looked into his face. 

"Did you remember something just now?" Harold asked, and Alicia sighed.

"I'm not sure yet. I feel like I dreamt of Princess Amber. Or maybe it was Queen Anne," Alicia said and Harold nodded.

"I think you might possess their powers," Harold said, and Alicia looked at him curiously.

"Me? Why do you think so?" 

"I heard your voice in my head while I was unconscious. You said you would never forgive me if I didn't wake up," Harold said, and Alicia's eyes widened in surprise since she could remember she had said that. 

"You... heard that?" She asked, and Harold gave her a nod.