The Seven Series: Books 1-4 by Sarah M. Cradit

Author:Sarah M. Cradit [Cradit, Sarah M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub

One

Elizabeth Has An Idea

Elizabeth scribbled her words in a small notebook. There were few ways of sharing the burden her visions had placed upon her, and writing them down was the safest. No one else got hurt. And there was no chance of anyone ever finding the terrible pages, for she burned them once the words were out.

From there they went… well, she didn’t know. Returned to the universe, she supposed, though the words never left her, not really.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Elizabeth tore the sheets from the metal spirals and placed them in the large tin bowl. She’d stolen it from one of the kitchens at Ophélie, and now it was almost entirely blackened from her devious designs. From her drawer, she plucked the matchbook, extracted a fresh match, and prepared to strike.

Elizabeth paused in mid-action. The undisturbed sulfur burned her nose. She hated the smell, though she’d come to tolerate it.

Not this, not again.

The future can’t be changed, Colleen. It just can’t.

But how do you know?

I know!

Yes, but how?

“It just can’t,” Elizabeth whispered. She chewed her lip, tensing as she focused, willing herself to light the words on fire and release them to their new chemical form. Ashes she would toss to the wind, when the weather changed.

But she couldn’t. Those words had haunted her nearly a year, hiding in her subconscious, poking at the walls to see where they were thin. Her vulnerabilities were a legion, and she feared the day they all found one another and began working in partnership to overthrow these small, but important, methods of self-care.

But how? How did she know?

And therein was the truth, formed of a glue that held her together like so many used matchsticks. Just because. Because, because, because! Because even if they could change the future, it would create new chaos. Her visions were the chaos she knew. She feared, more than the truth, the chaos of the unknown.

Besides, she didn’t make the rules. People older and smarter than Elizabeth had tested and re-tested this theory and had deigned that the future was what it was. It was written in stone, in the stars, in whatever.

Still… she’d never talked to any of them. Not in any meaningful way. Family reunions and such, sure, but never about this. Her one and only conversation about this with Tante Ophelia had been when she was around seven and just coming into her abilities. Her mother had thrown her in the car and deposited her at The Gardens. I’ll come back when you’ve had some education from that woman, she’d declared as Elizabeth stood alone upon the massive porch, wondering what the hell was expected of her.

Ophelia seemed to know the conversation was imminent, for she’d already had some refreshments waiting. Elizabeth remembered very little from that day, for most was filler and the words of an aging matriarch, but she remembered what Ophelia called The Three Rules of a Seer.

One, you must never seek to see what has not been given to you freely.

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