“If you know who I am, why did you not inform Lockwood? Seer or not, he is your prince.” Nova looks up to the sky as she asks. “I may tell the future to those who asks, but that doesn’t mean that I tell them everything. Anyway, he would ask the one question which is not my place to tell.”
Nova nods, looking back at the Seer. “He would ask why but he would not like the answer.” Nova’s soft voice travels along the Great Hall as he feet move her around the white marble. The Seer nods and smiles, sitting on the floor making the dress pool. “He will know when Iris, the Goddess of Wind and Whispers, feels that the time is right. Now, down to business. You have questions for me.”
Nova smiles as she sits in front of the Seer, holding her palms out. “I have not had a reading in this form in many millennium.” The Seer chuckles before moving her hands above Nova’s, the smile is gone and replaced with a deadly serious expression. “Goddess, I cannot see it all so I cannot answer everything. The future is becoming blackened. Whenever I try to find him, something blocks my visions.” Irritation is laced within the Seer’s words.
Gently, the Seer lowers her hands onto Nova’s. The blood drains from the Seer’s face, eyes turning white as visions begin to appear. Closing her eyes, Nova feels her spirit being emerged in the fuzzy glimpses of the future.
Swords clash as agonized cries call out. Red! Blood runs into the rivers as bodies fall...Sharp teeth bite whilst claws scratch…Horns collide…Fire spits at the people in black, eating away at them greedily… There’s a face, the face Nova knows well. It belongs to the man with the phoenix lighter. His eyes are red with rage as he is covered in blood and flames…Screams shake her body, taking her away from the arsonist… There’s a body at her feet. She can’t make out who it is but Nova can feel deep inside that she it is someone whom she holds dear…In the corner of her vision a man dances with black magic, calling demons to rise from hell…A snake slivers past her feet… Horns collide… Sharp teeth bite whilst claws scratch…A woman in a blue dress is in the corner of a dark dungeon, tears running down her face… Blood runs into the rivers as bodies fall… Nova sees the face of the body. An agonized scream escapes her mouth as a bright wave of white light fills her vision.
The Seer’s breath is harsh and rough as the hands holding Nova’s are quickly gone. The vision was hazed and having a hard effect on the Seer. Slowly, Nova opens her eyes. The vision was fragmented, with no chronological order, but Nova knows what it meant.
The Seer shakes, sweating and shivering slightly. Looking at Nova, the Seer slowly stands. Nova’s expression is blank as she sees just how weak the Seer has become. “Black magic blocks my visions… Too strong… Goddess, I apologise that I cannot show you more-”
Nova stands, her face blank, as she cuts the Seer off. “You have shown me more than enough Seer. Rest now.” Turning her back in the old Seer, Nova opens the large doors of the Great Hall, her feet taking her back to the garden with the fountain. She thinks back to the visions; they showed a war yet to come. The battle will kill many, even one very dear to herself, as the Moon and Sun collide.
Feeling cool water on her bare feet, Nova sits with her back against the stone wolf, the fountain’s water soaking her skin as she looks at the sky. A single tear falls from her face, shining like a falling star. Her hands ball into fists as she shakes with anger. “I will stop you Brother, even if I have to kill you.”