Athena clutched her head, her pulse racing. The dream had felt too real. Too vivid. And the worst part? She could still feel the weight of the sword in her hand.
She glanced down at her palm. There was nothing there. But her skin tingled as if the weapon had truly been there just moments ago.
A soft rustling sound caught her attention. She turned her head and met Xavier's gaze.
He was awake, watching her. For a moment, they just stared at each other in silence. Then, Xavier tilted his head slightly. "Bad dream?"
Athena hesitated. She didn't know how to explain what she had just experienced. How could she? It wasn't just a dream, it felt like a memory. But that was impossible.
She forced a small nod. "Something like that."
Xavier didn't press her. Instead, he leaned back against the cave wall, his expression unreadable. But there was something in his eyes. Something knowing.
Athena didn't ask. She wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer.
