November 5th,
The wind speaks. If you listen closely enough… you'll hear the warning in it.
***
The dream hit like a flash flood.
One minute I was asleep, the next I was there—standing in an ancient hall lit by burning torches. The air shimmered with incense and something else… a thick presence.
In front of me stood a man with a half-moon tattoo on his wrist. The same symbol Anita described.
But then he turned—
And I saw Kyros.
His cold eyes met mine.
"Sandra. Daughter of fire. You still don't know what runs through your blood."
I wanted to move—speak—but my limbs were frozen.
He raised his hand, and flames danced in his palm, then darkened into black smoke.
"The light you carry burns too loud. But even the brightest flame can be smothered."
Then the hall crumbled into darkness.
I woke up drenched in sweat. A strange heat buzzed in my palms. Again.
I knelt immediately and began to pray in the Spirit, whispering the name that made darkness tremble—Jesus.
Later that morning, campus was abuzz again.
This time, for something less spiritual—someone had been caught lurking around the girls' hostel. A student from the History department. No one really knew him, but when the campus security opened his bag, they found:
Black candles
A snake-skin pouch
And a hand-drawn map of the chapel and hostel labeled with strange symbols
Tony met me near the cafeteria.
"He's not working alone," he said quietly. "I believe he's a watcher. A spiritual informant."
Anita joined us, looking tense.
"We're running out of time. The enemy is watching. Listening. But they're also scared."
"Why?" I asked.
She smiled faintly. "Because they can't explain the fire."
Later that day, the Fellowship President called an emergency meeting.
"We're organizing a 3-day campus-wide revival event," he announced. "The Lord is calling us to war. And you three—Sandra, Tony, Anita—your names have been confirmed again through another vision. You'll be at the center of this."
My heart pounded.
I looked at my friends.
They looked back.
We didn't need to say a word. We were all thinking the same thing:
This is it.
***
There's a storm coming. But we won't hide.
We'll dance in it.
We'll war in it.
Because this fire was born to blaze in the rain.