Red Mage (On Hold)

Chapter 6: Faint

My mind wandered as I walked onto the bus. Who was that girl? Why did I get a headache when the vivid image of her flashed into my mind? The image was clear as day, like a painted picture on a canvas placed right in front of my eyes. I reached the spot I sat in the last time. Felecity sat on my left again, but unlike the last time we were on this bus, Charlotte also sat next to me on my right. Our faces all had the same expressions plastered onto them: terror and exhaustion. I decided to speak. I asked them something that I desperately needed to know, "What just happened?" Even though I could've been wrong, I had a feeling that I wasn't the only one who saw something during the headaches.

Charlotte was the first one to answer. "I saw something," she said slowly. She closed her eyes as she remembered what she invisioned before. "I saw a man and a woman in a basement. The space looked like it was being used as a wine cellar. Anyways, they both had crowns their heads. The woman had tons of gold jewelry on. I assumed they were royalty. They were arguing about their daughter who they called a princess. They were arguing about an arranged marriage. The wife argued on the daughter's side saying that they should let her marry the stable boy, who apparently their daughter had fallen in love with. The husband was against this, saying that this would spoil the bloodline. After a while, the husband was starting to loose the argument. He pulled a silvery dagger from underneath his robes, and he just..."

Charlotte started to choke up, tears forming in her eyes as she remembered the apparently gory details. "He just stabbed the wife. She looked down at her stomach, the dagger sticking out. Her mouth hung open and a single tear slipped out of her eye before she looked back up at her husband. As he yanked the dagger out, she fell backwards... and then she lost consiousness. Her eyes never closed. The last thing I remember seeing was her eyes staring back at mine. The face that stared back at me... was mine."

Charlotte's vision seemed like mine. Someone dying in a horrible way. After sharing what happened in my vision, Charlotte lifted her hand to her gaping mouth. "That's horrible!" she exclaimed.

Then Felecity shared. She began saying, "I saw a girl with long black hair. Her hair was up in a bun. She was wearing a skintight black leather suit. The suit was complete with a long sleeve jacket, pants, and boots, all leather . There were deep purple panels on the sides of her jacket. Like, the purple I'm wearing now. She was running from something. At first I couldn't tell, but then I saw men chasing her. They wore those dress-like togas with tights and were holding axes. I looked around and I saw that we were underground. We were in the catacombs or something."

Felicity swallowed hard. "Then she came running to a crypt. She tripped and fell. The girl couldn't move. She turned so she was facing me. Before the men caught up and killed her, the last thing I saw was her scared face. The image faded as the men began to swing their axes, causing her red blood to splatter against large, fountian-looking headstone. But there is one thing I should mention." Felicity paused waiting to continue. "Her face wasn't her own because someone else also owned it... me."

"You guys, our visions have three things in common. One, they were all girls. Two, they were all murdered. And three, they all looked like us." I said.

"Well, what are we supposed to do?" Felecity asked.

"We tell someone," Charlotte said, her eyes puffy from crying.

"No. We don't do anything yet. We should wait until anything else major happens. If it does than we will tell someone," I suggest. "Make sure it is someone you can trust and who will believe you."

"Okay," They both answer.

Then we arrived at the medieval castle. I could tell that Charlotte looked uneasy, but if it was important, she would have said something. We were walking around and Charlotte started to become pale.