05-10-2019, 12:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-10-2019, 12:59 AM by Rowan Finnegan.)
Rowan’s limited vision blurred in a swirl of watery colors as the vision receded. She felt the ground beneath her, felt her dear Sister’s warmth close by. In and out, in and out. Thoughts whirled as quickly as her vision. Her breathing. She had to focus on her breathing. In and out, in and out… Things stabilized as she looked up into the face of Armande. He wore a soft expression as he gazed upon them, one she had never seen before. He almost looked like he cared. How much did she dare trust this man? Did she have a choice now? Her lot had been cast the moment she plucked the eye from her skull. No. This was the man she had unwittingly allied herself to. And for what?
The visions, Rowan thought to herself numbly.
Everything came with a price. She had been all too eager to pay it. Regret was not the right word. Annoyance was better. She had not thought this through entirely. The siren call of heightened psychic prowess was too much for her to resist. Oh, she had gotten what she asked for, but would she have made the same choice twice?
Rowan looked to her left at Valeriya.
There was something there. Some intrinsic connection between the two of them. She didn’t even know the woman’s Zodiac sign, but she knew there was something deeper. One day, she would understand it, but for now, it was a comfort to know of the synergy.
It was clear now that Vale had experienced visions before. Had they been this powerful before she met Rowan? Or was this raven beauty the reason for Rowan’s own visions manifesting so powerfully?
Rowan looked back to Armande, taking his hand. She smiled in appreciation as he helped her and Vale to their feet. No time was wasted in taking her own hand back. An eyebrow shot up and she found herself speaking without thinking once more, “Did you see it too? Did we speak?” She searched his eyes for some recognition, “You know what we saw… Somehow.”
The images flashed through Rowan’s mind once more. They did not leave her as the last one had. What was the purpose behind that? It still irked her that she could not recall the last vision. Only Valeriya could have possibly known what it was about. Perhaps this one had been more important.
“This falling star will be thy bane,” Rowan recited the words once more. She had spoken in verse during the vision. Yes. The words were coming back to her. She did not hear it in her trance, but she knew now. Words had definitely come forth from her and Vale. “Armande, that was a nuke… Please do not tell me you are stockpiling weapons of mass destruction. Please.”
Would it be much better if the Ascended was hoarding nuclear devices? No. But if that vision was the future, she’d have slept easier knowing that she was not allied with a terrorist. That would never do.
A shriek rose in the air as Rowan looked upon Armande. It was the same one she had heard when she first saw him. It was, what she had learned, to be the telltale sign of another Channeler. It wasn’t always a scream. It was a different sound for everyone. For him, though, it was a scream. He denied his internal talents, so bringing it up would do no good. But what if… What if that wasn’t a nuke in the vision? What if this man had been destined to fight the Ascended? What if he awoke in such a duel? What if it ended the world?
A migraine erupted in the front of Rowan’s skull.
Too many questions.
The visions, Rowan thought to herself numbly.
Everything came with a price. She had been all too eager to pay it. Regret was not the right word. Annoyance was better. She had not thought this through entirely. The siren call of heightened psychic prowess was too much for her to resist. Oh, she had gotten what she asked for, but would she have made the same choice twice?
Rowan looked to her left at Valeriya.
There was something there. Some intrinsic connection between the two of them. She didn’t even know the woman’s Zodiac sign, but she knew there was something deeper. One day, she would understand it, but for now, it was a comfort to know of the synergy.
It was clear now that Vale had experienced visions before. Had they been this powerful before she met Rowan? Or was this raven beauty the reason for Rowan’s own visions manifesting so powerfully?
Rowan looked back to Armande, taking his hand. She smiled in appreciation as he helped her and Vale to their feet. No time was wasted in taking her own hand back. An eyebrow shot up and she found herself speaking without thinking once more, “Did you see it too? Did we speak?” She searched his eyes for some recognition, “You know what we saw… Somehow.”
The images flashed through Rowan’s mind once more. They did not leave her as the last one had. What was the purpose behind that? It still irked her that she could not recall the last vision. Only Valeriya could have possibly known what it was about. Perhaps this one had been more important.
“This falling star will be thy bane,” Rowan recited the words once more. She had spoken in verse during the vision. Yes. The words were coming back to her. She did not hear it in her trance, but she knew now. Words had definitely come forth from her and Vale. “Armande, that was a nuke… Please do not tell me you are stockpiling weapons of mass destruction. Please.”
Would it be much better if the Ascended was hoarding nuclear devices? No. But if that vision was the future, she’d have slept easier knowing that she was not allied with a terrorist. That would never do.
A shriek rose in the air as Rowan looked upon Armande. It was the same one she had heard when she first saw him. It was, what she had learned, to be the telltale sign of another Channeler. It wasn’t always a scream. It was a different sound for everyone. For him, though, it was a scream. He denied his internal talents, so bringing it up would do no good. But what if… What if that wasn’t a nuke in the vision? What if this man had been destined to fight the Ascended? What if he awoke in such a duel? What if it ended the world?
A migraine erupted in the front of Rowan’s skull.
Too many questions.