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Ivan,” she articulated in an angry whisper. “I’m exhausted from trying.
Is it impossible for you to just say, great job, Meghan… Your half way there, Meghan…It’s only been six days and you’ve come a long way, Meghan…” Her nostrils flared in frustration, but she bit her tongue before saying something completely regretful.
“Exhausted isn’t going to help either of us, Meghan, if you’re stuck in an uncontrollable vision when I need you awake and in the present!” he grumbled back.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have picked me, then!” she shot back.
“What’s done is done,” intruded Juliska, before the argument could escalate. Ivan shut up, nodding at Juliska. At least he never argues with her, thought Meghan.
“I say enough for today,” announced Juliska. “I think, in all honesty,” she glanced slightly toward Ivan, “that you are trying too hard, Meghan. Take some rest. We will start again tomorrow morning.”
Meghan left the room abruptly. She noticed that Ivan stayed behind, however, shutting the door behind her.
Her fury was instant. She knew Ivan and Juliska were discussing her failures, and before she knew it, she had burst into flames, losing complete control. She attempted to squelch it before it could be noticed, but Ivan was too quick.
The door flew open just as she put out the final flame. The curtains behind her were singed and smoking, giving her away. Ivan’s self-righteous eyes caught her. Meghan glared, about to rekindle herself, as he re-shut the door.
“Ignore him,” insisted Nona. “I watched you practice all afternoon, and you did very well.
Even Juliska believes that. Now, it’s time to rest.” Nona knew her words would hardly calm Meghan’s fiery temper. At least as she stormed away, no more fires erupted.
37
By morning, however, she had ruined her sheets, singing them beyond repair. Meghan sat up, still fuming, but more determined than ever to succeed.
“I will keep my emotions under control today!” she said, decidedly. “I will not let Ivan Crane get the best of me!” She immediately got up and began practice. She created a controlled fire in her palm on the first try, but a vision awaited her.
Nona sat, still as a statue, keeping guard as the vision took over.
It began much the same as it always did … her repeated nightmare of Jae Mochrie, injured and beaten, lying on his pillar, just out of her reach. She held her breath through to the end, not wanting to relive the vision, but as it neared its typical ending - Jae’s beaten body being hurled into the great dark abyss - something new occurred.
Jae stood up, egging on the faceless silhouette, challenging it.
Meghan breathed, paying more attention now.
“Jae! You can’t fight that thing,” she yelled instinctively. Then she thought, Maybe he’s supposed to fight this thing? Maybe he needs to fight it! “Be strong Jae!” she then encouraged. “Fight it! I know you can!”
The vision did not take the turn Meghan hoped it would.
Jae spun and peered at Meghan. She fell backwards in shock. His eyes had turned black, and his face was contorted and wrong.
Amazingly, the silhouette backed away from him, and a face began to form in the blackness of the silhouette. The only distinctive feature that Meghan could see was an eerie, pleased smile. The silhouette then faded and vanished, leaving Jae to fight the evil expanding inside him. He fell to his knees, panting, screaming and convulsing until the blackness had ripped itself out of his body.
Then, the vision ended and Meghan was on her bedroom floor. She fell onto her back with a thud.
Nona licked her face as Meghan moaned in despair.
What did this change mean? Was this still Ivan’s fear she was seeing? Would he ever explain to her what it all meant?
Meghan feared she was defeated. How could she forget about this vision and move forward? How could she keep it from happening, repeatedly, every time she created a fire?
“Oh, Nona.
Is it impossible for you to just say, great job, Meghan… Your half way there, Meghan…It’s only been six days and you’ve come a long way, Meghan…” Her nostrils flared in frustration, but she bit her tongue before saying something completely regretful.
“Exhausted isn’t going to help either of us, Meghan, if you’re stuck in an uncontrollable vision when I need you awake and in the present!” he grumbled back.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have picked me, then!” she shot back.
“What’s done is done,” intruded Juliska, before the argument could escalate. Ivan shut up, nodding at Juliska. At least he never argues with her, thought Meghan.
“I say enough for today,” announced Juliska. “I think, in all honesty,” she glanced slightly toward Ivan, “that you are trying too hard, Meghan. Take some rest. We will start again tomorrow morning.”
Meghan left the room abruptly. She noticed that Ivan stayed behind, however, shutting the door behind her.
Her fury was instant. She knew Ivan and Juliska were discussing her failures, and before she knew it, she had burst into flames, losing complete control. She attempted to squelch it before it could be noticed, but Ivan was too quick.
The door flew open just as she put out the final flame. The curtains behind her were singed and smoking, giving her away. Ivan’s self-righteous eyes caught her. Meghan glared, about to rekindle herself, as he re-shut the door.
“Ignore him,” insisted Nona. “I watched you practice all afternoon, and you did very well.
Even Juliska believes that. Now, it’s time to rest.” Nona knew her words would hardly calm Meghan’s fiery temper. At least as she stormed away, no more fires erupted.
37
By morning, however, she had ruined her sheets, singing them beyond repair. Meghan sat up, still fuming, but more determined than ever to succeed.
“I will keep my emotions under control today!” she said, decidedly. “I will not let Ivan Crane get the best of me!” She immediately got up and began practice. She created a controlled fire in her palm on the first try, but a vision awaited her.
Nona sat, still as a statue, keeping guard as the vision took over.
It began much the same as it always did … her repeated nightmare of Jae Mochrie, injured and beaten, lying on his pillar, just out of her reach. She held her breath through to the end, not wanting to relive the vision, but as it neared its typical ending - Jae’s beaten body being hurled into the great dark abyss - something new occurred.
Jae stood up, egging on the faceless silhouette, challenging it.
Meghan breathed, paying more attention now.
“Jae! You can’t fight that thing,” she yelled instinctively. Then she thought, Maybe he’s supposed to fight this thing? Maybe he needs to fight it! “Be strong Jae!” she then encouraged. “Fight it! I know you can!”
The vision did not take the turn Meghan hoped it would.
Jae spun and peered at Meghan. She fell backwards in shock. His eyes had turned black, and his face was contorted and wrong.
Amazingly, the silhouette backed away from him, and a face began to form in the blackness of the silhouette. The only distinctive feature that Meghan could see was an eerie, pleased smile. The silhouette then faded and vanished, leaving Jae to fight the evil expanding inside him. He fell to his knees, panting, screaming and convulsing until the blackness had ripped itself out of his body.
Then, the vision ended and Meghan was on her bedroom floor. She fell onto her back with a thud.
Nona licked her face as Meghan moaned in despair.
What did this change mean? Was this still Ivan’s fear she was seeing? Would he ever explain to her what it all meant?
Meghan feared she was defeated. How could she forget about this vision and move forward? How could she keep it from happening, repeatedly, every time she created a fire?
“Oh, Nona.
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