“Come back. My parents…,” she yelled, but the dragon and rider were already heading away from the clearing. “My parents,” she said softly. The sound of many wings came from the opposite direction. Julia edged back onto the trail where she believed she wouldn’t be noticed and watched the hawks she had seen in her latest vision. In the front was the Red Witch on her bear-hawk. She appeared to be turning to follow the […]
“No! No! No!” Cordyr stepped in front of Julia, both hands held up to stop the dragon. “She saved my life.” Celestral stared at her rider before returning her attention to Julia. “Are you from the Red Witch?” “Who’s the Red Witch?” Julia stayed glued to Cordyr. His armor was cool to the touch, she was comforted just being near him. She wasn’t surprised that her mind remained empty of information. Her unique ability didn’t
“It’s not my fault,” she complained as she sat back. How could he know? Julia’s cheeks reddened again. “You’re a Dreamer,” Cordyr repeated and shook his head several times. “You’re a Dreamer.” “Yes, I have dreams.” She was becoming angry. “Everyone has dreams.” “No. You’re a Dreamer,” he laughed. “You…You.” He pressed his lips together tightly as if frustrated. Cordyr finally found the right words, “You’re a Dreamer. You can Scry.” Scry. To use divination to discover hidden knowledge, places, or future events.
His blond hair was draped over half his face. Fresh blood soaked the left side of his head. Handsome, came to her mind. She quickly became alarmed as she realized another part of her dream lay before her. How can he be here? She moved closer and she thought he was only two or three years older than her, maybe twenty-one. He moaned again when she moved his head to locate the source of the
Light filtered through Julia’s closed eyelids. She threw a hand up to block the sunlight pouring into her room through the broken slats in the blinds. Her heart beat rapidly and she took several deep breaths to calm herself. The Dream. Julia sighed and shifted her weight to a shadowed spot on her bed. She lay there for a few moments, then exhaled in what sounded almost like a moan. Another day on the farm.
Beams of moonlight shown through the stained lace curtains and broken shutters. It lit Julia’s face as she lay awake in bed. The taste of the overcooked chicken from supper still stuck in her throat. Is everything in Texas bone-dry? Like most nights, she comforted herself with thoughts of her parents. Not that she really remembered them, just images of a life that flashed into her mind. A time before she came to live with