The Ultimate Seer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

****** “Sometimes what we look for is always right in front of our eyes and when we don’t see it; we fall into a temporary fantasy and hope that one day it’ll becomes perfect. He was right in front of me but I was too young, too distracted to see him.” She pointed to her man who had become the best Husband God could give a woman. “And with whom did I end up?" She paused, then exhaled. "I ended up with Troy Humphrey. He was the fantasy I was hoping on. But I don’t regret it, I learnt something from him; a fantasy world can never be forced into reality.” she pointed out.

“Please. Please open your eyes.” Nothing. I pressed my ear to his chest. His heartbeat was there but it was slow and weak. His breathing was shallow. It was barely there at all. Terror wrapped around my heart and squeezed. The Seer closed her eyes and raised both hands. Golden symbols formed in the air around her fingers as she began chanting louder. Light poured from her palms into Kayden’s chest. “Come back,” she commanded softly. “Fight it.” I watched. I was barely breathing. Seconds passed.

Alex stepped in and he looked towards us. “How are you holding up?” he asked, keeping his voice low. Before I could answer, the Seer rose from her seat “I have other matters to tend to,” she announced. Her eyes searched mine as if trying to tell me something. “I’ll drop the book here, when you’re ready you can send for me, oh and don’t try healing anyone save yourself will you girl?” I nodded numbly. “I understand.” “Good,” she said simply, and without another word, she swept out of the room

They knew. They remembered. I walked toward the central dais, where the Grand Seer was said to keep the Living Book—a tome bound in dragonhide and inked with visions pulled from the Weave itself. I had seen it once, as a child. It had burned me then. Now, it only opened. The Grand Seer stood waiting, his face obscured by silver threads, his hands bare and marked with ink and scars. “You are early,” he said. “For what?” I asked.

“Yet the dead do not speak. And the seer’s threshold is not one you cross without a price.” Seer. It struck all of us at the same time. My breath caught in my throat. I took a small step back, my gaze widening as I whispered, “She’s the seer.” David’s head turned sharply toward me, realization dawning in his eyes. Leo looked between us, lips parted slightly in disbelief. “The Seer of the First Kind…” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. She stopped walking, standing directly in front of us now. The hood fell back gently, revealing her full face—withered but strong, eyes gleaming like two shards of amber fire. She wasn’t just ancient. She was timeless.

Now favoring her more HE continues. “I am the very existence that you people like to call the world. The universe, the world, the truth, all and the one true God.” Chanting as HE pointed his finger towards her, the gate afloat and never pins to any wall behind her opens. With its distinct feature and representation of who she is, an eye emerges opening its eye, just like the one she saw and called, it looks behind her as she felt the dread creeps from her entire being. “Welcome.” HE taunted as HE branded the 1st seer of truth and gate opener.

He is essential. I felt a chill go through me. "A key to what?" Shaun's voice was stern as he asked. The Seer's black eyes shone as she cocked her head. "All the way to the end." Quiet. The air became heavy, weighing down on me like an unseen burden. Shaun's respiration became more rapid. "That isn't logical." The Seer remained still. "It will." Trying to push down the fear that was curling in my stomach, I swallowed hard.

And somehow he had hidden it from everyone. Several pages mentioned healers. Others mentioned secret meetings. Many referenced something called simply the seer. I leaned forward. The entries never explained who the seer was. Only that she appeared when she wished. Disappeared when she wished. And could not be found by ordinary means. One passage caught my attention. Those seeking answers must first surrender certainty. I frowned. What did that even mean? Then I reached another entry. A detailed description. An elderly woman. Silver hair. Sharp eyes. A crooked walking stick carved with strange symbols.

"The Fiery Sorceress." The words settled heavily between them. Kallias' golden eyes narrowed. "The legendary sorceress?" The Seer nodded; her voice was calm. "But she is no longer merely a legend." She drew a slow breath. "I saw flames unlike any I have witnessed before." "They did not consume. They awakened. The flames spread across the darkness until the entire vision was filled with light." The Seer's voice had become distant, like she was reliving the vision all over again.

Adriana's phone chimed. She put down her spoon. Anna: [Ever since Chris returned to Heatherton City, I haven't seen him. I want to meet him. I'm begging you, please help me.] Adriana: [I'm sorry, but I can't change Chris's decision, nor should I interfere with it.] Anna: [I'm leaving Heatherton City. I won't come back again. I only want to see him one last time. If that's impossible, then please help me pass along some words.]