Adrastos

Chapter 18

Ellen stood once again in front of the house by the lake. Edward Graham was not the psychic she imagined. Maybe it was curiosity or a distraction nonetheless, it was another day of learning. Elle told him about seeing things but having no control over when or how. He then gave her an exercise to do. Concentrate on her hand and focus. It would bring her to reality, and she'd center all her energy into seeing her aura. Ellen's energy field at first was an invisible mist, but the more she concentrated, the more visible it became. It was orange with a tinge of indigo, burning bright like propane. It was beautiful yet scary. "Ah, Ellen. I see you're burning with excitement," Edward greeted.

"can you see my aura? That's stupid of me. I'm sure you can. What is the color of my aura?" Ellen replied, brimmed with enthusiasm.

"well, it is of a flame... orange seems to be the majority of it," Edward said, "hmm, but you knew that. Are you testing me?"

"Nope..."

"that was a straight-out lie but moving forward," he interjected, "I'm surprised, it took me a month to get a hold of seeing auras, but you took a day."

"what do you mean?"

"For me, I have to focus and force it daily so that it became second nature, but even so... I can't always see auras as much as I want to. You seem to have the ability to see auras at will without much effort. You're a natural. It also appears that your third eye," Edward explained as he examined Ellen's forehead, "seems to be wide open. You're the first person to have fully awaken it."

"is that bad?"

"It's fascinating. Do you mind if I test a few things," Edward smirked, looking at Ellen as if she was his new toy. Fascinating indeed for somebody's aura to be that concentrated. Could be the start of evolution or because of a bloodline. Some research wouldn't hurt anyone. Would it?

Meanwhile...

Mason defeated the Cerberus. So he thought.  The three-headed dog bit Mason's left hand, and he awoke abruptly. Mason's heart raced, the ECG frantic, the alarm beeping. He winched as blood drip from his left hand. The IV drip must have ripped off his hand while he was asleep. The doctor rushed in with a gang of nurses. Was this a dream? He searched for the paper that had Ellen's name on it, but he didn't have pockets. "can I please have a book. Or something that I can write on," he urged but was refused.

"Sir, calm down. We need to tend to your right hand."

"Please, can I just write it down something... I need to write," Mason said, sounding a bit hysterical.

The doctor ordered the nurses to proceed, and with confirmation, they restrained him. The doctor couldn't sedate him in fear that it would be a risk to his life, so the best they could do was use restraints before Mason harm himself again. In return, that just made Mason antsy and wild. Was it another nightmare?

After an hour, Mason calmed down, restricted to the bed. A mantra echoed, "it is only a dream," he repeated.

"How are you feeling?" Dr.Liz asked. She was there when they treated Tobias. Mason tried to make sense of the nonsense she said. Why was he stuck to a hospital bed? More importantly, where is his nightmare journal. His thoughts were not friendly, attacking him with flashbacks from the random nightmares. He needed to get his thoughts onto the paper. It won't let his mind be at peace. "Mason, tell me what's on your mind?"

"Great, I feel great. I'm thinking about why am I treated like I'm a prisoner," he answered.

She checked the wound, blood pressure ignorant of his question, she evaluated him, "physically you seem good, your arm almost healed. Not fast, but recovery is more than average."