Novel & Cerita Vigilante Deku Drawing

Raven's POV It looked like we finally had a lead, though it was a grim one. As Valen sat there, drained and pale from reliving his worst nightmare, Darian surprised me. It turned out he had a secret artistic skill. Without a word, he grabbed a piece of charcoal and a clean sheet of parchment, his hands moving with a fluid, practiced grace. He was drawing the mysterious attendant who had been beside Valen’s father in his final moments.

After I hang up I sit with the sketchbook open to the page with the blood on it, and I look at the drawing underneath the blood, which is cameras, which means I drew them before I saw them, which means the warning was already in me before the vision confirmed it. I turn to a clean page. I draw what I saw. The cameras turning red. The glass in the dark. I draw it all, quickly, before it fades, because Helena taught me to put it on paper and paper makes it real in a different way than the vision does, and this one needs to be real, and someone needs to know what I have seen, and tomorrow morning I am going to call Helena and I am going to tell her and we are going to figure out what it means a

No wonder Killian couldn’t look me in the eye this morning. I reach for the sketch pad Elara left by the nightstand. My fingers tremble, but I grip the pencil like it’s my lifeline. I don’t even think, I just draw. Symbols. Circles. Eyes with fire spilling from them. A wolf with a shattered spine. A crown that burns. A clock with no hands. My hand stops only when I notice the paper trembling beneath my touch. Not from me. From the floor. A low vibration hums through the wood. Like a warning.

The drawings she and Carl had been working on all morning. I looked at the colorful pages. Stick figures and wobbly wolves and bright yellow suns. "I think that's a wonderful idea." The children moved through the tent like small rays of sunshine. Stopping at each cot. Offering drawings with solemn sincerity. "This one's for you," Carl told a wolf with a bandaged arm. "It's a picture of a really strong wolf. That's you." The guard—a grizzled warrior who had probably seen a hundred battles—stared at the crude drawing. Something softened in his weathered face.

“Who are these gentleman here?” “I’m not 100 percent sure if my vision goes with that drawing, but I believe it does. The vision I seen was of three guys fighting 15 rogues. They were doing a good job keeping them at bay. Until one rogue went after one of the guys. He sensed it or something because he turned around in time and slashed the rogue with a vintage looking sword. I got to see his face.” Liz explained. “Do you know who it was?” The Alpha asked. “It was Robbie, Alpha. And I believe the guy right here.” Liz said pointing to the guy laying on the ground in the drawing. “Is also Robbie.”

Hazel ran toward them carrying her drawing. "Want to see it?" "Of course." The little girl handed him the paper. Dante accepted it carefully. Then froze. Because the drawing showed four people. Aurora. Darius. Hazel. And beside them... One extra figure. A man labeled in large, childish letters: UNCLE DANTE Hazel pointed proudly at the drawing. "That's you." Dante stared at it for a long moment. Then asked softly, "Why am I there?" Hazel looked confused by the question.

This place is a madhouse. Mr. Vigilance's green eyes shine as he joins me in examining the document, mistaking my boredom for intense concentration. "What do you see, Chosen One?" He whispers, his voice tinged with barely contained excitement. "I see paper." I decide to humor him by holding my hand over the document. At the movement, he almost jumps up and down, frantic with anticipation and excitement. "I see..." "What is this?!" he asks, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. I would never have imagined that a werewolf could manage to make an unattractive face, but he just proved me wrong.

"They just happen." "Can I see?" Isolde hesitated, and put the sketchbook across the desk. Dr. Kavanaugh turned the pages slowly, her eyes as she did so becoming a little sharper. Fire. Wolves. A split sigil. And on the last page, drawn in, with perfect lines, The face of Rain. "Do you know who this is?" the counsellor asked. Isolde shook her head. "No. However I have been sketching her, since I arrived here.”

Dante turned his face towards them. Lola nodded at the female guard direction. "What in the world did they do to deserve this? I will say it again it was because of the unlucky boy!" — Hm? Selling them off… Was Jared not alone? Dante asked himself, a paper suddenly caught his eyes, “Wait a minute, this drawing. This are... am taking this with me.” He said softly, folded it, dropped the small orange bag behind Lola and zoomed back to the towering tree. I need to meet the person who drew this. He may be among the people the Beasts captured or the other way round. He thought.

Severino took off the mask and a man with black slicked back hair and dark make-up around his eyes appeared before everyone. “Who are you?” asked Michelangelo. “Who is asking?” replied Vigilante 3. “Answer him, vigilante!” snapped Vicktor. “Vigilante?” the vigilante 3 was shocked. “Who are you calling vigilante?” “Then who are you?” asked Michelangelo. “Why are you dressed like a vigilante?” “Wait! Do you mean the vigilantes we saw on the news, declaring war with SMS? You think I am one of them?” the vigilante was sweating in fear.