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Authors: Wendy Owens
Tags: Paranormal
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don’t want to lose you in the chaos. Will you wait here for me?”
“Yeah,” Sophie agreed. “But I told you, I’m fine.”
Sophie watched as Dina walked away. I’m fine, she thought. She had been in the infirmary when the demons attacked. It wasn’t long before casualties began streaming in. She had seen so many people either killed or with gruesome injuries that she felt guilty saying she was anything other than fine when Dina asked. It didn’t seem right with the state of things that she should complain about some silly images plaguing her thoughts.
Sophie looked around at the masses milling about. There were tearful hugs and a desperation about the place that made her wish she had somehow been able to stop the attack. Glancing behind her, Sophie caught sight of a nearby tree. It was old, and its branches climbed towards the heavens until their tops were lost in the sunlight.
Scurrying to the calm spot, she sank to the ground, using the trunk as a resting place for her aching back. She wasn’t sure what these visions were about, perhaps just random images brought on by the excitement of the attack.
Sophie stared at the large buildings in front of her. Their stone design reminded her of Rampart, but it was clear from their construction that they had been here much longer. She wondered what would happen. Would this place they called Iron Gate be her new home? She had so many questions; questions that made her feel selfish to ask with the misery that surrounded them in the moment.
She closed her eyes, and before she realized what was happening, a scene began to unfold before her. It felt like she was dreaming, but somehow she knew it was a memory.
Sophie saw herself approaching a bush, Gabe following close at her side. “Look,” she watched herself say, pointing towards three robed figures. One of the figures was waving her hands around gracefully through the air as if she were the conductor of an invisible orchestra. There were lights dancing through the sky, following the motions. Another robed figure had his hands bent as though he were playing a piano in the air. As each finger came down on the imaginary keyboard, a mystical chime sounded.
“Are they doing all this?” Gabe whispered. “Is he creating that music with just the movement of his hands? She can make lights appear?”
Sophie watched the scene unfold, it was somehow suddenly familiar. The Sophie in her vision nodded her head and whispered, “It’s a charm spell. It’s meant to distract and enchant its victim.”
She remembered this! It was after Gabe had first come to Rampart. How did I remember this? She wondered. She continued watching the two of them interact, discussing the show before them. As each moment of the vision passed, she could remember how it felt that night being there with Gabe.
Sophie’s heart began to ache when she saw the lights dancing over their heads; she knew what was coming next.
“Dance with me,” Sophie requested.
“What?” Gabe asked. “No, that’s silly.”
She watched Gabe and herself, not being able to help but laugh when his pouty lip protruded at her in the vision. She watched him take her hand into his as they glided around the clearing. She giggled before it even happened, for she knew Gabe was about to step on her toes. Then it happened, he did exactly as she remembered.
They moved in closer to one another, holding each other as they gently swayed from side to side. She watched as the Sophie in her vision buried her head into Gabe’s shoulder. She could remember what he smelled like, a faintness of mothballs from the long stored clothes and cinnamon.
“Sophie?” a voice called from the distance. Sophie looked around, but saw nobody else in her vision.
Her body began to vibrate, “Sophie, wake up,” the voice commanded.
Jumping up with a snort, eyes wide open, Sophie gasped. “Gabe!”
“Huh? What did you say?” Sophie looked up to see Haim standing over her with a puzzled look
“Yeah,” Sophie agreed. “But I told you, I’m fine.”
Sophie watched as Dina walked away. I’m fine, she thought. She had been in the infirmary when the demons attacked. It wasn’t long before casualties began streaming in. She had seen so many people either killed or with gruesome injuries that she felt guilty saying she was anything other than fine when Dina asked. It didn’t seem right with the state of things that she should complain about some silly images plaguing her thoughts.
Sophie looked around at the masses milling about. There were tearful hugs and a desperation about the place that made her wish she had somehow been able to stop the attack. Glancing behind her, Sophie caught sight of a nearby tree. It was old, and its branches climbed towards the heavens until their tops were lost in the sunlight.
Scurrying to the calm spot, she sank to the ground, using the trunk as a resting place for her aching back. She wasn’t sure what these visions were about, perhaps just random images brought on by the excitement of the attack.
Sophie stared at the large buildings in front of her. Their stone design reminded her of Rampart, but it was clear from their construction that they had been here much longer. She wondered what would happen. Would this place they called Iron Gate be her new home? She had so many questions; questions that made her feel selfish to ask with the misery that surrounded them in the moment.
She closed her eyes, and before she realized what was happening, a scene began to unfold before her. It felt like she was dreaming, but somehow she knew it was a memory.
Sophie saw herself approaching a bush, Gabe following close at her side. “Look,” she watched herself say, pointing towards three robed figures. One of the figures was waving her hands around gracefully through the air as if she were the conductor of an invisible orchestra. There were lights dancing through the sky, following the motions. Another robed figure had his hands bent as though he were playing a piano in the air. As each finger came down on the imaginary keyboard, a mystical chime sounded.
“Are they doing all this?” Gabe whispered. “Is he creating that music with just the movement of his hands? She can make lights appear?”
Sophie watched the scene unfold, it was somehow suddenly familiar. The Sophie in her vision nodded her head and whispered, “It’s a charm spell. It’s meant to distract and enchant its victim.”
She remembered this! It was after Gabe had first come to Rampart. How did I remember this? She wondered. She continued watching the two of them interact, discussing the show before them. As each moment of the vision passed, she could remember how it felt that night being there with Gabe.
Sophie’s heart began to ache when she saw the lights dancing over their heads; she knew what was coming next.
“Dance with me,” Sophie requested.
“What?” Gabe asked. “No, that’s silly.”
She watched Gabe and herself, not being able to help but laugh when his pouty lip protruded at her in the vision. She watched him take her hand into his as they glided around the clearing. She giggled before it even happened, for she knew Gabe was about to step on her toes. Then it happened, he did exactly as she remembered.
They moved in closer to one another, holding each other as they gently swayed from side to side. She watched as the Sophie in her vision buried her head into Gabe’s shoulder. She could remember what he smelled like, a faintness of mothballs from the long stored clothes and cinnamon.
“Sophie?” a voice called from the distance. Sophie looked around, but saw nobody else in her vision.
Her body began to vibrate, “Sophie, wake up,” the voice commanded.
Jumping up with a snort, eyes wide open, Sophie gasped. “Gabe!”
“Huh? What did you say?” Sophie looked up to see Haim standing over her with a puzzled look
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