The news early in the morning

The throne is yours to claim, little child. Kill every single La Crox and avenge the Bloodfang. The Moriarty is your only ally, remember that.

My eyes snapped open as I gasped for air. I assisted myself up, wiping the sweats on my forehead. 

"What is that?" I murmured as I looked around my chambers. It was winter and freezing, and yet, I was breaking out in sweats because of a vague dream.

I massaged my temple as my head throbbed painfully. There had been voices in my head, but they were more like whispers. But in my dreams, the voices were loud — deafening, even. If I didn't get used to the whispering voices I had been hearing since a year ago, it would be a problem.

"What did they say?" I wondered under my breath, trying to recall the distinct orders in my dreams. Nothing came up, though.

"Ahh, whatever." I tousled my hair as my eyes veered towards the window. It was still dark outside.