Romans & histoires Beginning Visions

“Then prepare yourselves. What happened tonight was only the first test.” I swallowed hard. My voice quivered. “What happens next?” Hamish stepped back and pointed toward my chest. “Next, you begin to hear the truth of what you are.” My heartbeat pounded painfully. “Tomorrow,” Hamish said, “your visions will begin.” And the weight of those words clung to my skin like a shadow that refused to leave.

“That was not a nightmare. It was a vision.” The words struck me hard. The certainty in her voice left no room for questioning the authenticity of her claim. “There are different kinds,” she continued, her voice a steady current that refused to let me drift away. “Some are potential outcomes. They are fluid, mutable, influenced by choices, by forces shifting around them. These visions can be altered. They are warnings, invitations to act. But others…” She paused, and her eyes seemed to bore through me. “Others are absolutes. They will come to pass no matter what path you take. The only way such a vision can be broken is if a force powerful enough collides with fate itself—rare, dangerous, al

The visions began as soon as we reached the edge of the woods. The world around me faded to dark, like a tsunami slamming through. A cool, wet breeze swept against my skin, passing along the smell of rotting wood and soil. I am standing in a dimly lit room in the vision. The walls were ancient stone, etched with the same glowing symbols we’d seen among the trees of the forest. In shadow stood a woman, in front of me. Her voice was gravelly, low and considered. “You’ve come too far. You shall leave, or befall the same fate as those before you.”

Lady Seraphina's voice was filled with concern as she reached out to comfort her. Isabella took a shaky breath, struggling to find her words. "Lady Seraphina, I had a vision—a terrible vision. I saw the kingdoms of the east engulfed in flames, reduced to ruins. It felt so real, so vivid. I fear for the future." Lady Seraphina's brows furrowed with worry, her gaze never leaving Isabella's troubled face. She knew the significance of Isabella's visions and the weight they carried. "Princess, visions are a gift, but they can also be enigmatic and open to interpretation. We must not jump to conclusions based on a single glimpse. Remember, the future is not set in stone."

In the back of my head, I know the sketchbook is now possibly wet on its ends because of the water level. “Lanmè ak rivyè. Tranch rid ak lapdi. Dlo, mwen kòmande ou pote memwa nan tou de kontantman ak doulè!” Faith speaks a different language and she keeps chanting those words again and again. Out of nowhere, visions one after another started coming into my head and it felt like my brain is going to explode as I held tightly onto Faith’s hand as she keeps chanting those words repetitively. The visions were filled with laughter, bonfires, message in a bottle, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, waves, singing, surfing, cave, tattoos, wedding and faces of strangers but seemingly familiar deep inside my

She was supposed to share the vision with members of the Pentagon first, but this was a desperate situation. "I had a vision" she said in a loud voice, getting everybody's attention. "Phiri, what are you doing?" Lucille asked. She wasn't aware of any new visions and telling the people any more lies would further aggravate them. Phiri did not respond to Lucille's question as she noticed that the noise was drastically reducing. Her heart was shaking and her palms were sweaty. She swallowed, unsure of how to start telling her vision. When all was quiet, she decided to start from the very beginning. She started by saying that she had seen all the werewolves in a valley. She told them that it was

" I didn't want to see the image of him taking off his clothes, so I started to pray. My whole heart prayed for someone to come and save me. I was so lost in my prayer that everything else disappeared. I relied on God for help. I was so surprised when he just stopped and he seemed angry that he stopped. He looked frustrated. I couldn't understand what was going on. He ordered me to close my eyes and count from 100 and backwards. I did as I was told, just wishing for him to go away and leave me alone. I heard him get dressed, I heard him take his things and I heard him take two breaths as I felt his eyes burn my skin, and then, just like that, when I opened my eyes, he was gone.

“Because the magic here… it’s alive. It’s been calling to me since the moment we entered the forest.” A chill ran down my spine. I didn’t know if that was reassuring or terrifying. We pressed on, and that’s when the visions started. At first, they were fleeting—a shadow passing in the corner of my eye, a whisper carried on the wind. But soon, they grew stronger. I saw Ethan’s face twist in agony, his eyes clouded with despair as he reached for something just out of his grasp. I saw Kael struggling, his hands stained with blood, though I couldn’t tell if it was his or someone else’s.

“She lives far beyond the mountains. I found her when I was sixteen, after my first shift. I was scared, like you. I didn’t know what I was. What I was meant for. She gave me three visions.” He knelt by the water, brushing his fingers against the glowing surface. “The first was this pool. The second was your face.” Evelynn’s heart stuttered. “And the third?” He looked up at her. “Fire. Consuming everything.” Her blood turned cold. “But visions aren’t fate,” he added quickly. “They’re warnings. Possibilities. Nothing is written unless we write it.” Evelynn stepped beside him and stared into the pool. Her reflection wavered — then shifted. For a moment, she didn’t see her face. She saw a versi

Something that was beginning— to see.