Page 55 of Outcast
Divine blessings for those who believe.
So because of her faith in Selene, she's been blessed with these heightened senses?
That would be my guess.
Let’s show her that she was right to place her faith in us.
Focusing inward, I stroked my flame and commanded it to burn through me for a moment. The searing sensation in my forehead returned, and from the look of awe on Seneca's face and the way her hands flew to her mouth, I was positive my crescent mark was visible.
"I believed...but...." she fumbled over her words, "but seeing it with my own eyes is remarkable."
Pushing onwards, I redirected us, "Would you mind reading to me the prophecy that turned the tides of the Shadow War in the shifters’ favor? There has to be some kind of clue there for me in regards to the sword."
Shaking away the shock, she flipped closer to the beginning of the book and cleared her throat to read.
"Of fire and brimstone will emerge a dark entity seeking domination.
Of fire and brimstone will his downfall also emerge.
One of red flames and one of blue flames.
He must seek out the lone wolf who resides in the birthplace of the shifters.
There the answers will be forged.
Light will pierce the shadow of darkness and send it back to the depths of Hell."
My brain struggled to process her words, and I asked her to repeat the passage one more time to commit it to memory. Still, something felt off, and I felt an overwhelming urge to touch the leather book. It called out to me, begging for me to caress it to seek the answers I needed.
As if in a trance, I reached out slowly to lay my fingers against the rough paper. On contact, my vision of the room faded away to blackness, replaced with a hazy scene of a battle raging.
It felt like I was looking through a layer of water, blurry and faded shapes running around in my field of vision while screams echoed all around. Instinctively, I knew that I couldn’t be seen and that I couldn’t communicate with this world around me.
Large shadows jumped through the air, and my brain clicked with the knowledge that I was watching shifters battle against the Daimona.
When did this happen? Was this before our time or in the future?
Spinning around, I tried to distinguish any landmarks that would give me a clue. Nothing looked like our pack lands, and large red clouds littered the sky, flashing with lightning.
Where the hell is this?
A hulking figure shrouded in shadows suddenly stood in front of me as if truly seeing me. My corporeal body seized in fear of this unknown being exuding such darkness that my throat suddenly felt clogged with the thick, black blood of the Daimona.
Eyes swirling like magma shone brightly at me through the fog before giving way to Lux, pierced by a flaming orange sword.
“Hello, little Prophetess.”
The image of my wolf being stabbed and his words dumped a proverbial ice bucket over me, and I was jolted back to present time in the elders’ hut. Seneca’s hand squeezed my own in an attempt to soothe my racing heart, “Shhh, Kira. It’s okay. You’re safe.”
My chest heaved as I gulped down air like a lifeline. Fixating on Seneca’s kind face, I chanted to myself.You’re safe. It wasn’t real.
You had a vision.
It felt like I knew that, but as soon as that man appeared, it was like he was peering into my mind in this actual plane of reality.
Did any of it make sense to you?
Not in the slightest.
