Awakening of the Seer by E.E. Holmes

Author:E.E. Holmes [Holmes, E.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lily Faire Publishing
Published: 2017-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

14

Duty Calls

WHEN I WOKE THE MORNING after the revelations in the Archive, I lay with my eyes on the ceiling for a full five minutes, frozen with fear and unwilling even to twitch my gaze in the direction of the wall. I was terrified of what I might see there—convinced that another image of Annabelle’s demise would be leaping in graphic detail from the paper hung there. I frantically assessed my right hand, testing for any tiny hint of the stiffness or muscle fatigue that typically accompanied a spirit-induced drawing. I felt nothing. I turned my head away from the wall and let my eyes fall upon the bedside table. The charcoal pencil I had placed there was still upright in its mason jar, still sharpened to a perfect point. I took in a long, deep breath, held it, and turned to face the wall.

No Annabelle. No drawing at all. Just blessedly blank, white paper.

I laughed giddily with relief and sat up to find Hannah staring at me with wary eyes.

“How are you this morning, Jess? Are you okay?”

Unable to sleep because of all the excitement of the nominations, Hannah had been sitting up waiting for me when I’d arrived back to our room from my meeting with Fiona. The entire walk back, I told myself that I would not burden her with the news that I was a Seer—not yet, not until this election was over and that terrible pressure was lifted from her shoulders. She didn’t deserve more worry piled on top of the worry she already carried, I lectured myself firmly, stiffening my resolve with every corridor, every staircase. Then I’d opened the door, taken one look at her stricken face, and dropped it all on her like a bombshell.

Luckily, my sister was basically indestructible. I really should have remembered that—I rarely gave her credit for what a powerhouse she was because she appeared so tiny and fragile. She held me curled in her lap for an hour, stroking my hair and taming every fear I had like a snake charmer. And by the end of our conversation—though I was by no means happy about the prospect of being a Seer—I was at least ready to face it rather than run screaming from it.

“After all,” she’d said, and there was steel behind the gentle timbre of her voice, “if I could face being the Caller destined to bring about the apocalypse, you can handle drawing a few sketches of predictions that may or may not come true.”

I’d gasped and tried to sound offended, but ruined the affect by laughing. “May or may not come true? How do you know? How do you know I’m not the Seer that brings about the next apocalyptic prophecy?”

Hannah had snorted. “No way. You’re not that cool.”

Now, in the light of morning, she examined my face anxiously, trying to assess if the talk from the night before had really helped me, or if I was back in panic mode. I tried to smile and found, to my relief, that the muscles in my face were willing to cooperate.

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