It was the worst one of all. I was the queen in that vision. There was nothing I could do to change it. I felt so helpless. I had felt the pain of a mother whose son had killed his sibling. I saw her entire world crumble in one, awful moment. My throat burns with held back sobs. I rub tears away with my sleeve. The poor woman. Of all the fears I have experienced, hers is by far the most disturbing. I lift my head and try to compose my thoughts. The Nix taunted me before this vision, taunted my ability to decipher his riddles. Well I know this one; I knew it immediately, like I knew myself. It was evil. Pure evil. But still, my mind is in a spin. None of these visions make any sense. Am I supposed to take something from each one? There is only one thing that connects them all, and that is fear. Ellen is afraid of her father finding out her secret, Cas is afraid of his brother, Beardsley is afraid of his inventions, and the queen is afraid of her youngest son.
