and events.
Past.
Present.
Multiple futures.
Mayah walked through a strangely lit hallway, unnoticed by those traversing the narrow corridor. People wearing thin, shimmery clothing, strode by. Eyes, mostly the color of a stunningly clear sky, blue and bright, seemed brilliant when compared to the people’s pale skin, made paler by everyone’s light-blonde, nearly white hair.
Everything remained soundless, like most visions. She could usually only hear the one she was meant to see.
Mayah waited until someone spoke, then headed after the young man her vision had brought her to watch. She followed him from the building, out into the middle of a bustling city. Overhead, metallic car-like contraptions flew through a stormy sky.
The boy walked faster, muttering, “Father is going to kill me.”
He hurried toward a tall, imposing castle in the distance. Near an intersection of flowing crowds, the man stopped, tapping his foot impatiently.
Mayah studied everything. The royal insignia on the man’s ring confirmed her suspicion of when and where she had been drawn.
Atlantis.
The islands that had become mere myth.
But why was she here? This place had been gone for thousands of years.
Overhead, sounds rumbled, building loudly. The hum of a flying vehicle, the growl of thunder.
Lightning flashed, striking the castle on the horizon. Stone and metal exploded as if a bomb had gone off in the towering structure.
In front of her, the man cried out as he broke into a run. Before he could go more than a few paces, a vehicle swooped down. Arms reached out, grabbing the man and jerking him toward the contraption.
Lightning flashed, over and over. Strikes hit buildings. Animals.
People.
“What’s going on?” the man cried out.
“Attack. We must go, Sire,” someone replied.
“Sire?” The man’s face fell. “My father is dead?”
“We must get you to safety,” was the reply.
The choking stench of burning flesh and hair made Mayah gag as she stumbled after him, but the vehicle was soon out of view.
Light flashed.
Darkness surrounded her.
She heard weeping. Screams of agony.
The scents changed to a putrid decay.
Light grew, showing her a throne made of bone. Brüs sat on it, his eyes burning bright. At his feet, a bloody carcass shuddered. Brüs kicked the demon, who continued to weep.
Mayah inched closer, realizing the guy he was beating had been one she and Sean fought during their escape.
“You let them get away,” Brüs thundered, delivering another sharp kick. The shattering of bones cracked through the still air.
“Abatu,” the demon screamed.
Darkness.
A flash of light.
In a dank, dark cell, the air seemed moist and full of minerals like one would find coming from an underground river, deep in a cave. Mayah stared at her brother. Still chained, he looked worse than in her previous vision. Dried blood covered his swollen face. He glanced up, as if once more sensing her.
She wanted to go to him, free him, but in this vision world, she was nothing more than an invisible ghost, incapable of touching anything.
It was the hardest thing in the world for her to do, but she turned away and moved through the halls until she reached outside. It seemed forever, but was probably only seconds, to find the information she needed.
Northern Alaska.
She touched her necklace, comforted by the ice-cold crystals, willing herself to emerge from the vision and return to herself.
Light flashed.
Darkness descended.
Mayah opened her eyes, finding herself once more in the present, in the motel room. She glanced around. Sean stood guard near the window, staring out through a slim gap in the curtains at the star filled sky.
As if sensing she’d returned, he glanced her way. His red-gray eyes burned with intensity.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, sitting up.
“No. We’re safe. We should have a few hours for some much needed sleep. Then we’ll head out. No telling when the demons
Past.
Present.
Multiple futures.
Mayah walked through a strangely lit hallway, unnoticed by those traversing the narrow corridor. People wearing thin, shimmery clothing, strode by. Eyes, mostly the color of a stunningly clear sky, blue and bright, seemed brilliant when compared to the people’s pale skin, made paler by everyone’s light-blonde, nearly white hair.
Everything remained soundless, like most visions. She could usually only hear the one she was meant to see.
Mayah waited until someone spoke, then headed after the young man her vision had brought her to watch. She followed him from the building, out into the middle of a bustling city. Overhead, metallic car-like contraptions flew through a stormy sky.
The boy walked faster, muttering, “Father is going to kill me.”
He hurried toward a tall, imposing castle in the distance. Near an intersection of flowing crowds, the man stopped, tapping his foot impatiently.
Mayah studied everything. The royal insignia on the man’s ring confirmed her suspicion of when and where she had been drawn.
Atlantis.
The islands that had become mere myth.
But why was she here? This place had been gone for thousands of years.
Overhead, sounds rumbled, building loudly. The hum of a flying vehicle, the growl of thunder.
Lightning flashed, striking the castle on the horizon. Stone and metal exploded as if a bomb had gone off in the towering structure.
In front of her, the man cried out as he broke into a run. Before he could go more than a few paces, a vehicle swooped down. Arms reached out, grabbing the man and jerking him toward the contraption.
Lightning flashed, over and over. Strikes hit buildings. Animals.
People.
“What’s going on?” the man cried out.
“Attack. We must go, Sire,” someone replied.
“Sire?” The man’s face fell. “My father is dead?”
“We must get you to safety,” was the reply.
The choking stench of burning flesh and hair made Mayah gag as she stumbled after him, but the vehicle was soon out of view.
Light flashed.
Darkness surrounded her.
She heard weeping. Screams of agony.
The scents changed to a putrid decay.
Light grew, showing her a throne made of bone. Brüs sat on it, his eyes burning bright. At his feet, a bloody carcass shuddered. Brüs kicked the demon, who continued to weep.
Mayah inched closer, realizing the guy he was beating had been one she and Sean fought during their escape.
“You let them get away,” Brüs thundered, delivering another sharp kick. The shattering of bones cracked through the still air.
“Abatu,” the demon screamed.
Darkness.
A flash of light.
In a dank, dark cell, the air seemed moist and full of minerals like one would find coming from an underground river, deep in a cave. Mayah stared at her brother. Still chained, he looked worse than in her previous vision. Dried blood covered his swollen face. He glanced up, as if once more sensing her.
She wanted to go to him, free him, but in this vision world, she was nothing more than an invisible ghost, incapable of touching anything.
It was the hardest thing in the world for her to do, but she turned away and moved through the halls until she reached outside. It seemed forever, but was probably only seconds, to find the information she needed.
Northern Alaska.
She touched her necklace, comforted by the ice-cold crystals, willing herself to emerge from the vision and return to herself.
Light flashed.
Darkness descended.
Mayah opened her eyes, finding herself once more in the present, in the motel room. She glanced around. Sean stood guard near the window, staring out through a slim gap in the curtains at the star filled sky.
As if sensing she’d returned, he glanced her way. His red-gray eyes burned with intensity.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, sitting up.
“No. We’re safe. We should have a few hours for some much needed sleep. Then we’ll head out. No telling when the demons
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