Chapter 23

A vision hit me in the chest and nearly knocked me to the ground. The changelings were here, and they stopped for a rest. David was with them and he was hurt. They tied his hands together with barbed wire, led him on a barbed wire leash with a barbed wire choker collar like he was some kind of wild animal. Blood was dripping from his hands and neck where the wire prongs on the barbed part of the wire rope had stabbed him.

The pain in his eyes shot right into my chest as they pulled on the leash for fun while they laughed at him savagely; and if he didn’t move fast enough they struck him with a barbed wire whip with a ball on the end wrapped in the same barbed wire. He tried to hide the pain as much as he could not to give them the gratitude of torturing him. A force of wind knocked me away from the tree, forcing me out of my vision before I could tell which way they were heading, but that didn’t matter because we were at least on the right path. I came out of the vision crying my eye