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Chapter Five 'VISIONS'

I was still embarrassed about what happened in the dining hall during lunch and the whispers that were now following me were not helping.
The blush on my cheeks felt like it would never go away.

I really wanted to know who that guy was that had been holding Shiloh's hand. Was he my soulmate? If he was, why didn't he want to be with me?
I didn't know what to do. I knew that it was really bad that he had chosen my sister of all people. She was cruel and if he loved someone like that, what did that say about him?
I sat down at the back of the class. I was trying to avoid the looks and whispers from my classmates.

Class 110 was potions.
"Afternoon everyone. I'm Master Harim and I will be teaching you Potions. Potions can be very helpful and yet so dangerous. In this classroom, I axpect you to be very careful and be aware of whatever you touch because it can be very dangerous. With that being said, read the first Chapter of Potions by Raziel Summers so that you know what you will be dealing with.
What are you waiting for? Read the chapter now." Master Harim snapped.

I opened the book and started reading the rules. It was quite simple. There were things you couldn't mix, that didn't go well together and the first chapter went into detail about that so we wouldn't burn ourselves or poison each other.

It was a pretty boring class to be honest. I had no interests about dried herbs mixed with another load of dried herbs to make a love spell. How stupid was that?

I was glad when that class was over.
I know I should know what rosemary, sage or garlic mixed together created what but I seriously couldn't care less. I sighed and put away the text book in my bag and went to my next class, the class I had been looking forward too all day, the visions class in room 220.

"Visions. It is something seen in a dream, trance or religious ecstasy, especially a supernatural appearance that conveys a revelation.
In our world, a Seer is the one chosen by the Creator to communicate with his people.
Thousands of years ago, Seers were worshipped but when the Fae lost their way, they massacred the visionaries to cut the Creator out of the equation.
Seers have become rare but they are the only chance at redemption that our race has.
History lesson over.
This class focuses on all of you. Every one of you has potential to be a seer or visionary, some more than others, in this class, we will try to find those with potential.
Now...everyone, close your eyes, take a deep breath and focus..."
Master Adin continued giving instructions but I could tell that I was already on my way to having a vision but this time I was determined to not embarrass myself.

"The vessel has been born Minions. Find him. I want you to bring him back to me. Now go. Do not disappoint me. I will win this war. I will rule this universe."
"Yes Destroyer."
"Now go. Infiltrate every tiny corner and find him. Bring him to me." The Destroyer growled with a big grin, showing me his big and sharp teeth.
I was petrified.

I stifled my gasp when I came too this time and on that positive note, I was still still sitting on the chair and leaning against my desk.

The Destroyer? Who was that? The way he looked, those red eyes-oh my goodness, what did he want from me?

"Did anyone feel anything?" Master Adin asked.

I was shaking with absolute fear. This was another class I couldn't admit that I was seer because in my vision, the minions looked like Fae, anyone could be a Minion. Who could I trust?

I was terrified.
I was in danger.
I couldn't breath.

Master Adin approached my table. He looked so young and excited. I couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't tell anyone the truth.

"Did you see anything?" Master Adin repeated the question.
"No. I didn't see anything or feel anything." I whispered huskily.

I was shaking. I was scared. I couldn't lose it now.