Her Sight

# **Chapter One - Hope**

*Hope.*

What is it?

A flame in this world?

A star in the night sky?

It doesn’t exist. She has heard it being described as, ‘a blaze, a flame in this darkened world we live in.’ She does not believe it.

She has lived through a thousand years, but even these ideas do not make sense to her. She has much wisdom, yet she does not know how to harness it. She has seen as many births as she has deaths, she has witnessed it all. She has outlived everyone she knows, her family, her friends. She has distanced herself from the world, but a thousand miles away is not enough.

Not enough to forget the memories. The haunting memories that she has seen since birth.

*The visions.*

She has seen how everyone around her dies. And she has seen all of their deaths.

Past, present, future. They all mix together in her mind. Future is past, past is present, and present is future.

Her sorrow is deeper than you can imagine. Her loneliness greater then the vastest seas. Yet her fury is larger than the boundless skies. It blazes like fire, an inferno engulfing her head and heart. Why did this happen to her?

She does not know.

She is a shadow of her former self, ghastly and uglier then you can think. Haggard, perhaps. She once had rosy, brown skin. Now she has skin paler than snow. She once had lush, flowing black hair. Now her hair is stiff, tangled, and dirty. She has been in this place for a thousand years. Her gray and green eyes once gleamed with joy, now dull and only showing sadness and pain. She once was beautiful, she thinks. She does not remember now. Her mind was once sharp, but now her memories have faded away.

She is all alone.

So where is her family?

Were they ever alive?

She misses them.

But she has never met them.

How can she miss something that only exists in her imagination?

# **Chapter Two - Vision**

Something flashes through her mind, and before she can realize it is a vision, she is sucked in.

*“It’s time to give her up, dear Helena,” she hears someone say.*

*“No! I just want to be with her!” Helena says. “Sister, you’ll only understand once you have children.”*

*A knife was stabbed through Helena’s chest.*

*A guttural cry is ripped from her throat as the cloaked woman takes the baby. Helena is left there, dead.*

A new vision flashes into her head.

*The echoing sounds of a wailing baby rattle through the icy cave. Snow flies at the poor child, and she is dying of cold. Pneumonia will overtake her soon. Suddenly, mist surrounds the child. It carries her away, to a forest. A single remanent of civilization remains, a small building. The mist goes inside, the baby wrapped in its foggy protection.*

*The inside is quite beautiful, white, quartz walls and small reflecting pools. Windows let the daylight seep in, and the mist leaves the child on the floor.*

*When the child falls into a dreaming, trancelike sleep, the girl realizes it is her.*

*Her as a child.*

Her vision of the past ends. How did she survive, she wonders.

She tries to trance herself into a new vision, but she fails. She tries to block it, but oh no! Her dam of emotions breaks, waves of them surging over her. She lets out a scream, a wail, a cry, wishing the mist that brought her here could hear it.

But she is all alone.

The waves slow, though they still wash over her.

Pain, fury, and sorrow. The only three emotions she knows how to feel. She does not know her parents, nor herself. She does not know her own name.

# **Chapter Three – Mist**

She watches the child, that she rescued long ago.

She does not know how Helena, the Neemthen of the Sun, could turn so evil as to kill her own child. When she found her, lying the cave, dying of cold and pneumonia and hypothermia, she knew she had to save her. Helena had married Dawa, the Neemthen of the Moon. Which meant that their child was a neemthen. As the Neemthen of the Mist, Izhi knew these kinds of things.

Izhi knew she could help the young neemthen, but she was afraid of hurting the poor child more. The child does not even know her own name.

She is the Neemthen of the Mist, and she knows how to deal with visions. She transforms into mist, flying down to the girl.

The girl’s eyes widen in shock. “Wh-who are y-yo-you?” she rasps, her voice quiet from the years of no use.

“I am Izhi,” the Neemthen of the Mist says. She goes back to her normal form, a beautiful lady with brown skin, hazel eyes and flowing, blue hair. The girl’s eyes widen. Izhi wonders why. Then they turn white.

Izhi touches the child gently. The girl’s eyes stop glowing with power and she floats back down, her ragged, long hair touching the ground again.

“How long have I been here?” the girl asks. Izhi thinks.

“Sixteen years,” Izhi says. The girl lets out a little gasp. “Is something wrong?” Izhi asks.

“I’ve been here…for sixteen years? I’ve spent sixteen years here?” the girl asks.

Izhi nods. “I’m sorry. I’ve tried to find your mother, but I have had no luck. Helena doesn’t want anyone to find her.” The girl frowns.

“She abandoned me. What makes you think that she will want me back?” she asks. Izhi smiles.

“Because you do not know the whole story.”

# **Chapter Four – Truth**

Mist surrounds the girl’s head, and her eyes show fear.

*It is dark. Sheets of snow fall from the clouds, fast, no dallying. They have somewhere to be.*

The girl knows this is another vision.

*“Give the girl to me, Helena. Give her to me.”*

*“Never!” A great racking sob leaves Helena’s throat. She clutches the infant tightly in her hands.  Suddenly, her eyes turn white. An aura of yellow leaves her body, replaced by silver.*

*“What can you give me?” the new spirit asks slyly.*

*“Ahh, Dawa. Always clever, aren’t you?”*

The girl wonders what is happening. She did not see this in her last vision. *The silver goes to the other body, and purple goes to Helena’s. Dawa asks. “What will you give me?”*

*The other Neemthen smiles. “Nothing.” She pulls out a dagger and stabs Dawa, leaving under the cloak of darkness. She takes the child to an icy cave, where bone-chilling, eerie shrieks leave the child’s body as she is left alone.*

*Alone forever.*

The girl leaves the trance-like state, her eyes terrified.

“Izhi, why would you show me that?” she asks.

“Because you must know that Helena did not abandon you. Your father did. Dawa loves a good deal. He was going to trade you to the Neemthem of Magic in exchange for a killing spell for Helena. She has been looking for you in the shadows of light, therefore I have been unable to locate her,” Izhi says. “And you must learn to control your abilities.