~Here we go Again~ (Part One)

Savvies Chapter 18: Mavis' POV

AN: I swear I'm not getting any better at keeping these postings up. Next chapter!
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The next day I woke up to the same stone room with wood beams and soft rugs. I flung the heavy blankets to the side and got up avoiding the broken glass on the floor. Pausing, I looked back and fixed the vase with a wave of my hand.

    I got dressed after a quick stop in the bathroom for a much-needed shower and headed upstairs for breakfast.

    When I got there no one was there, I was the first one up. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and noticed my MP3. It was still broken. I frowned fixing it and putting on some music.

      Today I'll have to make up for some stuff. Cutting myself out. Not training. The vases.

      Then a good song came up and I just listened.

'Summer in the hills
Those hazy days I do remember
We were running still
Had the whole world at our feet

Watching seasons change
Our roads lined with adventure
Mountains in the way
Couldn't keep us from the sea'

    I don't think I've ever heard this song, but it sounded so familiar...

'Here we stand open arms
This is home where we are
Ever strong in the world that we made

I still hear you in the breeze
See your shadows in the trees
Holding on, memories never change...
(Holding on memories never change)'

I sat there stunned breathless. Something connected me to the song, but I couldn't place it.

'Summer in the hills
Those hazy days I do remember
We were running still
Had the whole world at our feet

Watching seasons change
Our roads were lined with adventure
Mountains in the way
Couldn't keep us from the sea'

As I realized I had tears in my eyes with a harsh burn in my throat, Gypsy came into the kitchen rubbing her eyes, glasses in hand. She looked at me blearily. A far off look of horror filled her eyes and they glazed over.

"Gypsy?" I croaked confused. Her savvy! I quickly scrambled up to her and slammed her glasses on. Her eyes cleared and she looked shaken. "Gypsy, what did you see?" I asked worriedly. She sighed in relief when she saw me.

"N-no, I can't tell you," she said shakily. I sighed pitifully curious about what she saw but I knew it was the rules. "I just don't understand..." She mumbled walking away from me to get some food. The atmosphere in the room was left dull and quiet.

    "Who died?" Samson said appearing at the counter with some toast. I sat back down with my cereal.

    "Gypsy saw something...and it spooked her," I said taking a bite of food.

    "The future. Never good," he said glumly biting into some toast. He shook his head looking outside at the sun rising lazily over the hills.

    "Never," Gypsy mumbled with a far off look in her eyes, barely touching her food. I looked at her worried. I wanted to know more now.

    "Why...?" Samson asked. "How bad was it?" I agreed with Samson's tactic of getting her to talk. "Tell us," he ordered. Gypsy remained still with the look in her eyes. She shook her head lightly. I saw her eyes flick to me pitifully. Me...?

    "It was me? Wasn't it?" I say suddenly. She tenses at my voice. I'm right.

    "Yes,"  she whispers unmoving, still staring unfocused at the table. Dread pits in my stomach.