My mind was spiralling. I needed a distraction, but I couldn't go anywhere. I could however channel another vision. No use in sitting around when I can practice my skills.
Closing my eyes, I grab the handrails of the chair. Focusing on the last person to sit in this chair. My body was filled with the familar twirling feeling as I fell into a vision. Sitting in the chair was a witch, one who was apparently dabbling in mind magic. Two cops stood in the corner, so I focused on what they were saying.
"The witch has gone mad. There's a reason that magic is forbidden. Not to mention, the damage she did to that poor guy," one of the cops whispered to the other. I focused in on the woman at the computer, reading the file she had opened.
Apparently the witch had used mind magic to make her boyfriend kill his lover. In the process though her magic made her go crazy. She ended up killing her boyfriend, or attempting to anyway.
I look back over at the girl sitting in the chair. She was pretty. Her eyes were glazed over though, as if she had gone blind. Her hair a dazzled mess. She was cuffed to the chair, but her body sat limply. She must have been traquilized. Yet it was like she could sense me there. Her head lifted up weakly, her foggy eyes staring dead at me. Her mouth opens slightly, and I could feel her magic dancing at my mind.
Immediantly I shut down the vision. A weird feeling lingers over me, as if she was still reaching out to me. Without thinking I stand up to pace around. Obviously my vision skills aren't up to par if she could sense me there, which means its possible the killer could sense me if I tried to go into a vision there.
"What are you doing?" The lady at the desk snaps at me.
"Huh? Oh sorry, I just needed to move a little bit. Clear my mind," I mumble. Snapping out of the weird feeling that had taken over me.
"You're doing more than that. Your eyes changed color," the lady points out.
"Oh, I'm a foreseer. That happens when I go into visions."
"You should control your ability better," the lady snaps. "Obviously you don't have much control over it, or you could have saved that poor boy."
"That boy was my friend. I would have saved him if I could have. Not that its any of your business," I snap back.
"I apologize you're right. I'm just stressing out over daughter and its making me snappy and grumpy," she explains.
I walk over to her desk slowly. "What's going on with your daughter?" I ask, figuring small talk will help me stay distracted.
"She went missing a few days ago, and with all these murders recently.." the lady mumbles. "Sorry I shouldn't have brought it up. Not for a young person like you to worry about."
"Do you have anything of hers? Maybe I could help?"
"I couldn't..."
"Please? I need the practice, and the distraction," I ask.
She reaches into her bag and pulse out a communicator, "This is my daughters."
Carefully I take it out of her hands, focusing on it. "Where are you?" I ask as I slip into a vision. Familiar views come into play. Trees, flowers, the glowing deer. Glowing deer? That means she's in the forest somewhere. "Come on," I mumble to myself. There's a lot of magic that dances around in the forest, making t hard to focus on.
Strapped to a tree there's a teenage girl, blood smeared on her lip. She looks up towards me, at first I feel panic flood my mind. The panic makes everything around me get extremely blurry. I turn around and see a figure walking towards her. I focus as much as I can on the figure. His skin was purple, with almost white eyes. His hair was almost white as well. He smiled at her devilishly.
"Do you see anything?" The lady asks me. I feel my focus break and the vision slip away. I try to regain focus but it doesn't work. I lose my footing and fall to the floor.
"I did. Can I see a picture of her to make sure its the right girl before I tell you what I saw?" The hands me a picture from her bag, and sure enough it was the same girl. I take a heavy breath. "She's... It's her. Did she have a boyfriend? Tallish, fae looking maybe?"
"She did have a boyfriend. He seemed pretty normal, but there was something off about him. I guess he did have a fae like feel to him," she answers.
I take another deep breath. "White hair?"
"He had white streaks in his hair."
"Hmm," I mumble. "I definitely saw her, but the guy I saw had solid white hair and purple skin."
"Where is she?" The lady asks panicked.
"The Forest of Monsters," I answer softly.
The lady sobs, "where at? Can I go get her?"
I push the stray hairs that had escaped from my ponytail back, and twist my ponytail around my finger. "I didn't get an exact location, but the guy seems pretty dangerous."
She shakily pushes the communcator back towards me. "Can you try to get a location? Maybe I can send help?"
"I can try," I answer. Focusing back on the communicator, I try to image the scene I had just seen in my vision. The tree, the girl, the guy, and got it. Trying to focus as strongly as I can I look around.
It hurts to leave the poor girls side, as the guy says something to her, but I have to get a feel for the area. As I walk around the forest in my mind, I see a faint spot of purple in the far distance. I take off running towards it. The lavender lake. As soon as I confirm that my assumjption is correct I navigate back through the forst towards the girl. She's not far from the edge of Lavender Lake. An area I know well, but that brings along its own problem. Explaining where my secret place is, and risking them actually walking to close to it and dying from Hop's poison on the spot never making it to the poor girl.
"I know where she is, but you can't send help. You can't go," I say as I come back to reality.
"What? What do you mean I can't send help?!" The lady shrieks. "That's my baby!"
"The only way I could guide people to her, would kill them on the spot. They would never make it to her. It would be sending them to crtain death, but..." I pause, realizing the importance of what I was about to say. "I can go. I'm immune to the poison, and I know the area better than most anyone."
Just as I say that, I get super light headed. Just a little to late I realize that I over did myself. The magic it took to see into the Forest was to much for me, after already using my power so much today. "I'll save her," I spit out, as I collaspe to the floor.
YOU ARE READING
The Destiny of Angels
FantasyWho is the Killer? Aura breaks into the Hastway Halls to get ahold of her personal record, but instead gets herself a front row ticket to The Emperors murder. Now she must race against the clock to discover who the killer was before anyone discover...