"It is dragons." ”

"It is dragons." ”
Dragons?” said her mother. “Teora, don’t be mad.”
"I’m not. They’re coming."
“How could you possibly know that?” her sister asked, with a note of scorn in her voice. “One of your little dreams?”
Teora gave a tiny nod, chin trembling. “They were dancing. In my dream.And everywhere the dragons danced the people died.”