Juno liked to call them dreams. They weren’t dreams, not really, but dream sounded normal. Everyone had dreams. Her mom, her brothers, humans and monsters, everyone had them. Visions, on the other hand, were reserved for monsters. It was one of the first things she had learned about them. And just like monsters, visions were unnatural and dangerous. It was her family’s job to get rid of everything unnatural and dangerous.

She started having the dreams when she was fourteen. She didn’t think anything of them at first. They must’ve been just coincidences, or some sort of a sixth sense. Not that a sixth sense was much better than seeing the future.

But when she saw her dad and sister die by the claws of a harpy in her dreams, and then two weeks later again in real life, she was sure of it. She could tell the future. She tried her best to hide it, of course. She wasn’t a monster, but who was to say her family wouldn’t see her as one if they found out?

She continued going on the hunts and training. Sometimes, a dream would predict a specific event during a hunt and save her life. Other times, she would know what kind of monster they were hunting before anyone else did.

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The strangest one happened the night her mom announced that they were moving to San Fransisco. The city name, already, sparked something in her. It was important — not the city itself, but the location and the people. She was going to find something there, something life-changing if not world-changing.

That night she dreamed of a white tree, a mossy gravestone and a red sky. This was much more cryptic than her usual dreams. She knew, in the back of her mind, that none of it would make sense until it happened. 

There was a voice— no, not a real voice. It wasn’t corporeal. In fact, it was completely silent, but her mind heard it. Like thoughts. 

A two-blooded son shall rise from his mother’s ashes. Three fates are to be on his shoulders. A charmer without charm, a seer who refuses to see, and an invisible woman. And if the undying dead are to rise before his eighteenth birthday, he shall end the world as we know it and bring justice with him.

An image of a boy her age. He wasn’t very tall. He had curly dark hair and tan skin, a healing scar on the junction between his neck and shoulder, and on the opposite shoulder the ghost of a crow — yes, a ghost, no more than black smoke and a spirit. This was the bringer of the end.

A seer who refuses to see. Juno knew right away the prophecy meant her. Her destiny was to help some monster mutt, as human as he looked, to bring forth the end of the world.

Yeah. If she had any say in it, not happening.