The Spell (A Team Crafted FF)

Chapter 8: Headaches and Visions

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Wondering past the archery grounds, I put my music on full blast. What my headphones supply is a one way ticket to sane-ville. As long as these are on,  Ender can't escape. But, what Adam doesn't know is that while in a meeting, I have my music blasting on full blast. Get's him every time.

Seeing a couple of the others in a huddle made me want to join in. Walking behind the oblivious Seto, I overheard what they were talking about.

"Headaches have been getting worse and worse..." Mitch admitted, and Ian nodded.

"I can agree with ya there... almost died yesterday whilst in the middle of a training exercise with a recruit. Nearly sliced me into pieces." Ian groaned, but I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh, I don't know about that Ian. Chopped sush-Ian doesn't sound like such a bad thing." I joked, trying to contain my laughter. Jerome died laughing as both he and Mitch started to roll on the floor. Ian crossed his arms.

"Not funny..." Ian whined. I stood between Ian and Seto.

"How have your headaches been Ty?" Seto asked me, and I groaned.

"Terrible... not only that but I've been getting visions also. Weird ones." I admitted. I see the others stare at me. I nod my head.

"It's true. Just the other day I had one of myself, Adam, and Jason jumping on top of floating blocks, while... heh, get this... LAUGHING." I told them, and their expressions went amazed.

"What...?" Mitch asked.

"I don't know how to explain it, only as weird." I told them, turning down the volume on my headphones.

"To tell you the truth, I had a weird one about a day ago. Biggums you were in it." Jerone said as he turned to Mitch. Mitch looked to Jerome smugishly.

"What are you talking about, Fluffy?" Mitch asked him.

"I had a vision of myself, you, Preston, and three other guys running toward the kingdom. Get this, doods. Mitch mentioned the trials, and another guy mentioned that Adam would join in." Jerome explained, and Seto groaned.

"Complications..." Seto muttered.

"Weird on how each vision we have it is of ourselves and someone that we despise?" Ian asked. Dear Notch, he's right.

"Come to think of it, it makes sense." Seto said, and we looked to him.

"I remember the day that Q stole my magiks book and I hated him for a week. That same week I had a vision of him and I, brewing together." Seto informed.

"Weird how these visions relate to us..." I grumbled. Suddenly, there was a gasp, and the sound of flat objects were heard hitting the floor behind myself and Ian. As the two of us turned around, and as we looked to where the noise came from, we saw someone standing there. A female.

"Cadet Summer, are you alright?" Seto asked. So that's Seto's trainee? Lucky...

"Y-You mentioned... visions..." She repeated nervously, and I nodded.

"Yeah...?" I answered. She looked down, then back at us.

"How long have you been getting them?" She asked, and Ian shrugged.

"Two years." He answered. Summer's visable eye went wide.

"M-Me too..." She croaked, and the circle went quiet. Seto piped up.