Destiny's Revenge (Destiny Series - Book 2) by Straight, Nancy (management books to read .TXT) 📕

him but he couldn’t feel me touching him.” Rewsna eyed me carefully but didn’t interrupt. Remembering the dream so vividly, I’m sure I was broadcasting it to her, “It was kind of comforting in a weird way, because it did seem real, but it was frustrating, too. I mean, if I’m going to dream about him, you would think that it would be a little more rewarding.”

Rewsna cocked her head a little to the side and furrowed her brows. It looked like she was confused when she asked, “Lauren, what do you mean you could see and touch him?”

“Just what I said. He was with another man on the side of a mountain. It was so vivid that I could feel the stubble on his cheek, feel the heat from his skin, smell the stench of death all around him, but when I shouted out to him, nothing came out of my mouth; it was as if I were a mute.”

Rewsna studied me cautiously. Rather than speaking to me, she used her clairvoyant voice and asked, “Lauren, were you dreaming or were you really seeing him, reaching out to him?”

“I was dreaming, I think, I mean it was nighttime, so I thought it was a dream. It felt real, like I was right there with him. I touched him and could feel him, but he couldn’t feel me touch him. He dragged some guy up a mountain; they were both sitting in the shade.”

“Lauren, this is very important. How did you find him? Did you find him right away or were you waiting for him?”

An odd question, what’s the difference if I found him or if I was waiting for him to appear? Regardless, it felt like I spent the night with him. “I was waiting at the spot near the shrub where he found shade. I could hear the two of them coming up the mountain. It was a long time before I realized it was Max. When I did, I ran down to him, but he was clueless that I was right there. The whole dream, it was really one-sided.”

“Lauren, I believe you have the power of sight.” Her voice was excited and her eyes wide.

I wanted to say: “Well duh – I have two eyes.” Rewsna frowned at me - it isn’t much fun being sarcastic with a clairvoyant friend.

“Lauren, what were you thinking before you had your vision?”

I rolled my eyes, “I’ll give you three guesses.”

Rewsna’s response was stern when she asked, “I am not playing games with you. What were you thinking about?” I knew I’d better find a way to keep the sarcasm from entering my thoughts for a while. She was not in the mood for it today.

“I was thinking about Max, wishing I could see him. But I think about him all day, every day. What do you mean the power of sight? Is that like you? Where you can read my mind?”

Rewsna shook her head, “No, it is a far greater gift. The power of sight allows you to focus on whatever you want to see and move yourself to that location.”

My heart sped up with this prospect. So, I really was seeing Max? He was on a mountain with a dying man?” Horror gripped me when I wondered if he was still there. It was so hot, how much water did he have? I grabbed Rewsna’s shoulder, “I have to go back there, I have to see if he’s okay. How do I do it?”

She shook her head at me, “Lauren, I do not have the power of sight. If I did I could have rescued you from the Beast when your accident happened. I do not know how it works. No one on the Council has that power. Our last seer died years ago.”

My hand began to shake and my pulse beat faster. Max could be dying right now in the middle of nowhere. I had to get to him, to help him. Images raced through my mind in a haphazard replay of my dream from last night.

“Lauren, relax yourself. Replay what you saw more slowly for me.” I did as she asked and replayed the entire dream. Her eyes were closed, but I could see beads of sweat on her forehead when I felt and replayed the heat of the place. The goat’s hooves behind me startled her as well, and I could see her muscles tense at the unknown. It was as if she were experiencing the entire thing with me.

When my vision had played itself out completely, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She took my face in both her hands, “That was amazing. Our last seer was Reese. She frequently shared her visions with me, but none were so vivid. I could smell the foul odors, I could feel the heat from the earth, I could see with such clarity, I thought I was there. Lauren, I need to notify the Council.”

She had mentioned them before. I had this vision of something like an archaic Roman Senate when I asked, “Rewsna, what is the Council?”

“They are human, but you could equate them to complete souls. You could loosely regard them as guardian angels, but they are protectors of the universe’s secrets. The Council knows you are special. Your life is more special than most, but it was not known that you would be attacked by a beast and defeat him, nor that you would gain the power of sight.” She hesitated for a second, then added more slowly, “This may have been a power that the Beast transferred to you, accidentally.”

“Transferred to me?”

“Yes, when you escaped him, you may have taken with you some of his powers. If he had the power of sight, that would explain how he was able to find you at exactly the moment you were most vulnerable. By you taking his sight away, he is likely blind and not able to find you. If this is the