The sequel

Skittles: precognition and more

Sparrow's pov

 (vision of the future)

I see myself, though I look quite a lot older maybe fifteen or an age near that. I see Aurora crying and I look as though I'm holding back tears. I see a tombstone but I can't make out what it says. She hugs me and I seem to relax a little. I kiss her, I am admittedly shocked by future me's actions. She seems to calm down a little. It's obvious it isn't the first time we kissed, it seems we are in a relationship. I see Sky sitting on a bench with her head on Jordan's shoulder. I need to know who will die.

(End)

I open my eyes. I wish I knew more. I should talk to Magnus.

I get out of bed and try to sneak out as it's one a.m.

I tip toe down the stairs and begin to walk down the hall. I quickly noticed Edward was awaken and I pressed my body against the wall to be as invisible as possible. My breathing and heart beat speed up severely.

"Sparrow I know you're there, there is no point in hiding," he says in a too innocent voice.

If you can't tell I don't trust him in the least. He is the brother of Alexander, well I guess Harold is too but that is different.

I walk into the living room with a scowl on my face.

"So where were you going to?" he asks.

"Nowhere," I respond.

"Sure that's believable," he laughs.

"I'll just be going," I say innocently.

"I don't think so," he states.

"You think wrong," I argued.

"Sparrow must you be so frustrating at times?" he asked.

"Of course," I stated.

"You don't trust me," he questions.

"Of course not," I say simply.

"Why?" he asked.

"You're Alexander's brother."

"So is Harold."

"He doesn't count."

"I'll tell him you said he doesn't count."

"I wouldn't suggest it."

"why not?"

"He trusts me more and that gives me reason to share my suspicions."

"I suppose."

"I am going now."

"Where?"

"A friend's."

"At one in the morning?"

"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"

"Yeah, it's not safe out there."

"Cause it is in here?"

"Yeah."

"I don't trust you."

"I never would have guessed."

"Anyways."

"What is so important to go at one in the morning."

"Just something I need to talk to him about."

"Oh, a boy. Now I have to tell Harold."

"No!"

"Why shouldn't I."

"He is only a friend, well a best friend I guess."

"Oh he is so friendzoned."

"You're frustrating as well you know."

"I've been told that a lot."

"Shocker."

"I know I am so lovable."

"Well I should be going."

"How about you go in the morning."

"It's important!"

"Sure."

"It is!"

"What is so important?"

"Just precognition stuff, you know."

"You get visions of the future?"

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"That's so cool!"

"I guess."

"So what is this important vision?" He looked like a child excited for a story.

"None of your business." At that moment I rush out the door before I say more though it was a struggle.

I didn't mean to tell him. He seemed to mildly have the power to make others tell the truth. Not even Emma knew I got precognitions, well Magnus knew, but. Not good.

I hurried to Magnus' house and climbed the tree outside his window. I knocked and oddly at one he was up and quickly opened it. I noticed why he was up, he was caring for an odd creature.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's a crinitus Manus or fluffy paws in English," he stated.

It was cover in black hair and very fluffy. it was a bit larger than a cat. It had very large paws. The creatures snout was flat a little like a pug's. The creatures eyes were a glowing yellow and very large. It had large ears with hair going of the tips. It was interesting and quite adorable. Then it opened it's mouth the inside of it mouth looked like a cactus.

"It sucks up creatures souls with the prickles in it's mouth, so don't let her bite you," he smiled.

"Good to know," I state a little uncomfortable.

"So why are you here?" he asked.

"Precognition," I stated.

"What was it?" he questioned.

"Sky, Jordan, Aurora and I were at a tombstone and very sad looking," I murmur.

"Not good," he mumbles.

"I couldn't see the name but.."

"Sparrow, listen, okay."

"Alright."

"I can give you potion that will clear up the vision so everything is more clear. But if the universe doesn't want you to know that it won't let the potion clear that part up. It rarely does. Sometimes you just have to wait and let things be," he explained.

"Alright could you make the potion?" I ask softly.

To say the least I wasn't supposed to know more. The potion cleared up the image but not the name that was on the tombstone.  It frustrated and worried me. I didn't even know how long until whoever died would die. I knew who it would be, yet the name was unfortunately stuck on the tip of my tongue.