Here's another chapter in a chronicle that I still have yet to name. I hope you all enjoy this one! In this chapter, Peters has a premonition of what may be to come.

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Peters was awoken by strange dreams. In his dream was an old tigress who looked at him with pleading eyes. She was silent though and made no gestures or motions to what she wanted of him. Instead, she turned and went to three candles. Peters followed.


“What do you want, woman?” he demanded.


She still said nothing.


The tigress wore simple modest robes with a hood and a scarf around her neck. Her paws were gnarled, as if she had arthritis. Her fur did little to hide her wrinkles or the bags under her eyes. The fur seemed to be matted in places as well and not very well kept.


The candles were nothing special. Plain wax, not scented in any way and it did not burn in a peculiar manner. The tigress carefully looked over each of the flames and studied them. Then Peters realized something.
The first candle had a flame that was a bit large than the other two. The third one had a flame that was typical of a candle but the second, while it didn’t appear weak, was slightly smaller. What were these? What did they mean?


Then, she cupped her paws just under the second flame and lifted it from the wick. Very carefully, she brought it over to the first one. Suddenly, both of them flickered violently. Then Peters gasped and recoiled, seeing now the significance of the flames.


The Captain’s twisted image briefly appeared every few seconds in the second flame. It flickered violently, seemingly trying to lash out at the first flame desperately. However, the first flame was getting strong while the Captain’s was getting even weaker.


“The Captain? Is that what you want me to see?”


He still received no answer.


Peters watched the first candle as it fed off of the Captain and his eyes went wide as he realized; this must be the captain of the Ship’s image.


“The Captain…he’s feeding the other? But how? Does he realize this and if so, why is he doing it?” his questions piled up and still no answer was in sight.


He watched more intently and then looked to the third flame curiously. No image presented itself in this one though.


“Is the third flame…me?”


And still, she did not answer.


“Damn you, woman! Why bring me here and show me this if you won’t tell me what it is and what it all means?”


Suddenly, she dropped the Captain’s flame onto the first flame’s. The one they were chasing was feeding off of the Captain’s obsession…and possibly his soul.


“Woman, please answer me! What do I need to do?”


Her eyes lifted to him, still in a pleading manner, but she spoke nothing. She then moved the third candle over next to the first and removed the second. And now, the third flame began to grow weaker. The tigress only watched him and paid no attention to the candles.


Peters watched the candles and then looked to the tigress again. He growled and reached out to grab her by the front of her garbs but pulled away her scarf. Her throat was now bared with a horrible disfigurement. She could not speak.


He withdrew, his eyes narrowing.


“I need to know what I need to do.”


She raised her paw and put it over the first flame, snuffing it out. With that, the third flame returned to normal and had a healthy glow.


“I have to kill him. I know that, we’re already chasing him and working to catch up!”


She nodded and then put the second candle back in its original place and ran her paw over the second and third relighting them. Then she brought the third candle closer to the first and the captain’s flame lashed out violently at his. The Captain’s obsession with the Ship was treacherous to anyone who got in his way.


Peter’s stared at the display and understood silently. Without saying anything else, he turned and walked away. The Captain was indeed ill and this illness might indeed mean the death of them all.


With a gasp, Peters quickly sat up in bed. He looked around his quarters for the tigress and the candles but there was nothing. He remembered the last silent message she showed him and eyed his pistol and saber, kept carefully by his bed. The Captain was beginning to wear on him.