The words were said abruptly and simply at the noon of a winter day. The words were spoken by a girl wrapped in a scarf, with her hand on a tree. The Tree.
"A vision?" repeated Ruby, glancing a disbelieving look at her. "How?"
"Through a dream, don't usually have them that way though." Kate's eyes remained on the Tree.
"Really, a vision? About what?"
"About the war."
"Us?" asked Ruby urgently.
"We will not win. The Sun will win."
"That can't be." Stella squinted.
"I saw that the Moon will fall, and then so will we," said Kate, and quietly added "Whether that fact be good or bad."
Stella caught it.
"Good or bad? It is undoubtedly bad!"
"If the stars say it is to be so, can it really be bad? If the stars say it is so, then it is meant to be."
Both Ruby and Stella looked at Kate in an odd way.
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