iggy-rescue

... "Ngh..." Catra mumbled in her sleep as she tossed in the corner of Adora's bed. The last few hours, both awake and asleep, had been a relatively big headache for the young teen. For the last several hours, her head has been filled with brief flashes and images of the distorted scenes the mysterious voice showed her. They would appear for a millisecond every couple of minutes, just enough times for her to comprehend what she was seeing after awhile. What made them so troubling were the echoing voices calling her name every now and then, as if asking for her directly. At least, she assumed it was for her. What bothered her the most out o