Seer

chapter 2

~Ashlyn Riley~

      “Mom… Oh my god are you okay? Please tell me he didn’t hurt you!” I stumbled over to my mother and grabbed her hands and helped her. She shook her head “Ashlyn, its time I tell you what your name means.” She muttered something and then dragged me to the garage. In the garage there was a door that I wasn’t allowed to go in; ever. My parents never told me what was in it and, to tell you the truth I never asked. I don’t know why but it always freaked me out; every single time I came out here to grab something the door always screamed at me. I don’t know what it would be saying but I’d hear a pounding in my head, so hard that I’d have a headache for the next three days.

      My mother grabbed something out of her pocket and went to the door. It was a tiny brass key; my mother stuck it in the lock and turned the handle. She opened the door slowly and stepped inside.  I stood at the entrance to the door; leaning my head inside all I could see was darkness. “Hello… Mom?”  I was just about to step back when a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me forward.  “Ashlyn this is very important, please, just for once listen to me!” My mother sounded like she was pleading, my mother never pleads.

     Hesitantly I walked in the room, everything was so dark. “Close the door, no one can see what is about to happen.” I turned around, the only light in the room was coming from the door; if I close it we would stand here and be suffocated by darkness.  I reached my hand out, gently guiding the door so that it was closed. I turned around; nothing, that is what it felt like here. Anything could be right in front of me and I would never see it; this could be the last thing I ever see. Blackness. My heart started pounding hard, what if this was my last moment. What if he came back for me and killed me right now?

     My head was beginning to feel light and I was getting a little dizzy when I felt something touch me. I supported my weight on whatever it was too afraid id collapse into something. “Ashlyn you need to stay awake. You need to follow me.” As I was freaking out of my mind my mother was being the calmest person. I wonder how she did it; in every situation where things got out of hand, my mother was always there. Always protecting me and being calm, relaxed. I nodded my head even though she could not see it. My mother started walking away from me, again I felt alone. I grabbed my mother’s arm and followed steadily behind walking at a much faster pace than usual.

    “Stay here.” I gripped her arm tighter, “Ashlyn! Grow up and stop being so afraid, it’s just the dark!” My mother sounded as if she were growling now, what had I done to make her angry. I unwrapped my hand from her arm and let them fall to my side; I could hear my mother’s footsteps slowly fading away. The urge to run, run back to the door, was stronger than ever right now but something in my head was telling me to stay. If I could not stay alone in the dark for a minute, I could not do anything in life.

     As I waited it felt like hours had gone by but out of the corner of my eye, I could see a faint yellow light. My first thought was that my eyes were playing tricks on me, but then it started growing brighter. The room it turns out was huge; it was rounded with books littering the room. There were mountains of books in every direction you looked; old, new, thick; thin every single book was here. I was in shock; my mouth was hanging open as I turned in circles taking in the sight of ever book. On the other side of the room there was a door, it looked to be about three feet tall.

    I extended my arm out and pointed, “Where does that lead to?” I gave my mother a questionable look she just shook her head. Without saying a word, she walked over to a pile of books and pulled one of from the top. The book looked to be leather; the book was in a very bad condition. The spine was a dark colour; the face of the book was a dark amethyst with markings all over it. A silver lock in the shape of a crescent moon bound the book.

    Something about it was drawing me in; I had to hold the book in my hands. The thought of even being this close to the book was killing me, the back of my throat was burning and I felt angry; I felt like I was thirsty with rage. I stepped forward to snatch the book out of her hands but she ripped it back. Without noticing, I made a hissing noise and clenched my fists, “Ashlyn this is no time for foolish behavior! Now pay attention.” My mother held the book up to her mouth and started whispering words in a language I did not know. There was a clicking noise, with that the lock came undone, and the book folded open.  

    I was mesmerized; the pages looked as if they were thousands of years old. The pages were hand written and beautiful; everything about them captured my attention. “Ashlyn; dear, I have some news for you. You may take it well but it is going to be hard. I am not your mother, I am your savior.” Somehow, this did not shock me. The women I had known all my life was still a complete stranger to me. Deep inside I always known something was off about us but it didn't click in soon enough. I had nothing to say, I nodded my head and turned my gaze toward the floor. “Ashlyn, would you like to know what a savior is?” She reached out to me but I stepped back. I don’t even know why I did it; obviously, a savior is something like a protector but still, could I trust this women standing in front of me?

      “Is it some type of protector, like a body guard?” I was just saying something to fill the silence; truth be told I just wanted to read the book. She nodded her head slightly, “It’s a form of that yes… Look Ashlyn, you know when you were younger and you started having the dreams? Well they aren’t just coincidences they mean something. You are a seer; a very powerful being and I am here to protect you.” What was she talking about? Seers, saviors, and my dreams, she’s finally gone mad I thought to myself.  “What the hell are you talking about mom- I mean Ashley?” I swallowed hard; using her name instead of calling her mom is weirder than I thought it would be.This time when she looked at me her face got more stern, "Ashlyn, Im talking about you and your history." 

      My history? Shes finially lost it, shes crazy. I stared at her with confusion "My history? What could possibly be that exciting about my history?"  She half smirked, a kind gesture I thought. "More than you can think, here read this." She tupped the book towards me and instantly my hands scooped it up and opened it. For no reason at all I had a certain hunger for this book; I could feel it gnawing at my brain Read me it said. As I read through it I was coming to realize that maybe Ashley was right, in the book all of this made sense. The book was talking about magical beings; fairies, dragons, witches, werewolfs apparently they are all real.