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Authors: C. L. McCourt
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in the middle of the night. It's like ... I'm being attacked or crushed. I can't explain it."
Randell leaned back in his chair. He hadn't seen his old friend this stressed in a long time, not since he'd first arrived in this world. "Is it like the sensation you felt that time in the yard..." Randell paused, thinking about the last time, "... wow, was it really over twenty years ago?"
Daen thought back to that day, when he had been brought to his knees two years after arriving in this world. "No. That day it felt familiar. This ... I can't recall feeling anything like it. If I were home, I would say someone was using a gift on me."
"So you've heard of a gift like this?"
"No. But in my world, it would be something the guardians would investigate. But I wouldn't be doing it alone."
Randell leaned forward. "That's right, you need a ... what did you call it before ... a tracker?" They'd had this conversation in the past, when Daen still thought Raisal was the woman he was supposed to help.
"Yeah, that's right. That's why this is so strange for me. I get short , abrupt hits of ... power ... and then it's gone. I shouldn't feel someone else's gift, but then, I'm not really sensing it ... I guess. It's active; it's being applied to me ... sort of. Oh, I don't know. All I know is I'm exhausted and I can't tell where it's coming from."
"You say this happens only at night?"
Daen nodded.
Randell thought about what was happening to his friend. "You're feeling a power hit that I can't feel. It's happening only at night. Maybe this is a sign. I think you're sensing a gift, but maybe you can feel it only in your subconscious, like when you're asleep?"
Daen considered Randell's theory. If this was about the woman, and he could sense her only in his sleep, why did it just start after all these years? Why did it hit quickly and then fade? Then it came to him. "It's not me sensing a gift; it's her pushing it out. It's her subconscious. She's not in control, and she needs my help. That's it. I'm supposed to help someone—right? This must be it!"
"This is good news! Are you sure? It must mean she's near. Right? Do you think she's aware? Could this be happening while she sleeps?"
Daen nodded as if on autopilot while his mind tried to process what was happening to him and all the questions Randell was throwing out. "It's amazing how strong it is, given my gift is weaker in this world than it is when I'm home."
"How do we find her?"
Daen shrugged. "For all I know, she's been under our noses for years. I just have to believe that we'll meet ... when the time is right."
Randell turned and closed his laptop. "You know I'm here to help. Just tell me what you need me to do."
Daen thought about Randell's offer. He'd helped in the past, but at a price. He'd worn himself out trying to keep his gift turned on, so to speak, as he watched for auras that might indicate a Luxatran. Daen had insisted Randell stop; it wasn't worth his health. But Randell had been much younger then. Maybe now, given the sensations he was experiencing, Randell could help.
Randell watched Daen's face. He knew that face. "You have an idea."
"Do you think you can start looking again? Don't push it, but maybe focus a little more than usual on people. If what I'm feeling is a Luxatran, it's a strongly gifted Luxatran. I just hope it's her."
Randell didn't hesitate. "Of course. I'll keep a look out."
Daen stood, finally feeling relaxed enough to sleep, and left the room. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it. Good night."
"See you in the morning."
~~~
Rhea looked with wide eyes at a very upset roommate as said roommate slowly stood after being tossed from the upper bunk.
"What is your problem!?" Julie rubbed her knee and checked her elbow. "You kicked my mattress so hard you knocked me from my bed!"
"I didn't ... I mean ... I don't remember ... I'm sorry." Rhea was uncovered; her blankets, along with the clothes and books that had been on the bed when she fell asleep
Randell leaned back in his chair. He hadn't seen his old friend this stressed in a long time, not since he'd first arrived in this world. "Is it like the sensation you felt that time in the yard..." Randell paused, thinking about the last time, "... wow, was it really over twenty years ago?"
Daen thought back to that day, when he had been brought to his knees two years after arriving in this world. "No. That day it felt familiar. This ... I can't recall feeling anything like it. If I were home, I would say someone was using a gift on me."
"So you've heard of a gift like this?"
"No. But in my world, it would be something the guardians would investigate. But I wouldn't be doing it alone."
Randell leaned forward. "That's right, you need a ... what did you call it before ... a tracker?" They'd had this conversation in the past, when Daen still thought Raisal was the woman he was supposed to help.
"Yeah, that's right. That's why this is so strange for me. I get short , abrupt hits of ... power ... and then it's gone. I shouldn't feel someone else's gift, but then, I'm not really sensing it ... I guess. It's active; it's being applied to me ... sort of. Oh, I don't know. All I know is I'm exhausted and I can't tell where it's coming from."
"You say this happens only at night?"
Daen nodded.
Randell thought about what was happening to his friend. "You're feeling a power hit that I can't feel. It's happening only at night. Maybe this is a sign. I think you're sensing a gift, but maybe you can feel it only in your subconscious, like when you're asleep?"
Daen considered Randell's theory. If this was about the woman, and he could sense her only in his sleep, why did it just start after all these years? Why did it hit quickly and then fade? Then it came to him. "It's not me sensing a gift; it's her pushing it out. It's her subconscious. She's not in control, and she needs my help. That's it. I'm supposed to help someone—right? This must be it!"
"This is good news! Are you sure? It must mean she's near. Right? Do you think she's aware? Could this be happening while she sleeps?"
Daen nodded as if on autopilot while his mind tried to process what was happening to him and all the questions Randell was throwing out. "It's amazing how strong it is, given my gift is weaker in this world than it is when I'm home."
"How do we find her?"
Daen shrugged. "For all I know, she's been under our noses for years. I just have to believe that we'll meet ... when the time is right."
Randell turned and closed his laptop. "You know I'm here to help. Just tell me what you need me to do."
Daen thought about Randell's offer. He'd helped in the past, but at a price. He'd worn himself out trying to keep his gift turned on, so to speak, as he watched for auras that might indicate a Luxatran. Daen had insisted Randell stop; it wasn't worth his health. But Randell had been much younger then. Maybe now, given the sensations he was experiencing, Randell could help.
Randell watched Daen's face. He knew that face. "You have an idea."
"Do you think you can start looking again? Don't push it, but maybe focus a little more than usual on people. If what I'm feeling is a Luxatran, it's a strongly gifted Luxatran. I just hope it's her."
Randell didn't hesitate. "Of course. I'll keep a look out."
Daen stood, finally feeling relaxed enough to sleep, and left the room. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it. Good night."
"See you in the morning."
~~~
Rhea looked with wide eyes at a very upset roommate as said roommate slowly stood after being tossed from the upper bunk.
"What is your problem!?" Julie rubbed her knee and checked her elbow. "You kicked my mattress so hard you knocked me from my bed!"
"I didn't ... I mean ... I don't remember ... I'm sorry." Rhea was uncovered; her blankets, along with the clothes and books that had been on the bed when she fell asleep
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