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the storm.
    She plunged beneath the water, her stomach feeling like it was going to disconnect from her body. And then, into the darkness. What was behind the murk? Were there more of those great, sharp-toothed creatures? She shuddered, and her body did not feel normal. She looked down, and her eyes grew so wide that her brow began to ache. She had a tail, a long tail covered in violet scales, terminating in a rose-hued fin. Was she entirely a Beast? No. There were more of the frill-like fins along the backs of her forearms, her very human forearms, and another frill around her hips, this one long, where her flesh met the scales.
    She yelled as she was pushed upwards, her hands grasping onto something that felt like a watery mane. A sea beast materialized beneath her, only not as large as the others, nor as bulky. One that seemed almost familiar. He appeared to be made out of sea foam. Yet the noble equine face, the small beard under the chin did not seem so odd. But the great horn in his brow and the scaly pearlescent tail that twined with hers, the feel of a watery mane in her fingers…that was all very odd.
    The dream shifted jarringly. She was no longer on the back of the equine sea creature but instead on a throne covered in barnacles. A small goblet crafted from pearl and studded with opals rested lightly in her hand. In the other was a trident crafted of abalone. But it was not heavy in her grip.
    Alongside her stood a mirror. She glanced at her reflection and gasped. She was clothed in a material similar to the fey, only it was a stormy purple, dotted with strands of pearls. On her head was a winged band, also made of pearl or a metal that looked like pearl. Ooh, best part of this dream. I like this winged thing.
    Before her stood Lady Odilia— dream went bad again— pointing an accusing finger at her and reciting something Freya was used to hearing, and not only from Odilia. “Silly chit, spending all the day dreaming. Lazy, decadent, spoiled. You’re absolutely useless and have no discipline. You need a firm hand. You need Rome, just like the rest of the barbarians.”
    In the distance, Freya heard the cries of dolphins. She set the cup aside, but only after taking a sip. More of the blueberry ale.
    “I’ll not serve Rome.” She extended her hand, palm open, then closed her fingers. A trident, long and glowing with abalone tines appeared in her fist. Lightning flashed. Odilia fell to her knees, clutching at her chest.
    Freya felt it—a pulsing, a throbbing that flowed through her. The earth shook with a roar…from her? Odilia’s hands dug into her chest, trying to scream. Odilia’s heart, that’s what Freya felt beating. The flowing sensation was the woman’s blood. Faster and faster the blood flowed until it started to seethe in Odilia’s veins.
    What was she doing? Freya dropped the trident, and Odilia fell unconscious. Then all went black.
    The sting of salt burned her eyes when she opened them, and her vision blurred before coalescing into the shapes of the fey trio. “What was that?”
    “Your power dream, Freya.” Balder took her hand and knelt beside her. “What did you see?”
    “It was all a very weird dream.” Freya tugged a strand of her hair. She could move again. “Am I still dreaming? I’m thinking that maybe I went back to the palace after the market and passed out. A dream within a dream?”
    “Not a dream,” Morrigan said. “It’s all very real. Even the power dream. It was a revelation of your magic, all you will be able to do. What did you see?” Her face was close to Freya’s, her jaw tight with concern.
    “That? I can do all that ?” Freya’s stomach rebelled at the thought of the heights, the depths of the sea, Odilia’s fingers burrowing into her own flesh. “Balder, more ale. Please. A barrel would be helpful.”
    “I understand,” Balder said. His words seemed sincere. Those blue eyes of his, the same as her parents’, probably made everything he said