noun ~ a small circular band, typically a precious metal with one or more gemstones, worn on a finger as a token of authority, fashion or engagement

The room around me shifted and I was blinded by the light as I fell into another world. I gasped for breath, the cold air chilling my bones. I pulled my coat tighter around me, thankful that in this vision, I wore the same clothes in real life.

I knew it was a vision, something drew me to the ring and I should've seen it coming.

Looking around, my breath fogged up the air in front of me as my eyes wandered the trail of a dirt road. I was stood in a forest clearing, in a small garden perhaps, flower beds appearing every so often. Snow was falling from the sky and I shuddered, turning around. My breath caught in my throat as I became face to face with a magnificent building. A soft grey, it was two stories tall with two large windows to the front and a wide wooden door between them.

I looked around nervously, waiting for signs of life but nothing appeared. Swallowing, I decided that being inside the house was better than being stuck out here in the cold. I jogged up to the house, my arms wrapped tightly around me. I climbed the three front steps and debated knocking, my hand hanging in front of me in silence. It was a vision, they wouldn't see nor hear me, right?

I eyed the glinting emerald as though it would help. It was somehow duller than when I first put it on.

Only one way to find out.

I opened the door, hand gripping the freezing handle as I made my way inside. It was warmer, a large hallway with dimmed wall lights. The ground was tiled, a long rug leading down the hall and up some wooden stairs. The door closed softly behind me and I stepped further into the room, looking around waiting for this vision to make sense.

I passed a sitting room that had chairs sat around a fireplace, a fur rug on the ground. The next room was a similar layout, although instead of a fire, a wide backed television sat on a wooden table, a large antenna on the wall. Diving further into the house, I found a beautiful cream kitchen, complete with thick wooden countertops and a retro fridge freezer. I stepped closer, running my hand along the counter, but when my eyes fell to a familiar feature, I felt my breathing slow.

A cream aga sat between two cupboards, clean and currently running by the faint noise I could hear from inside of it. I felt the heat from it, warming my skin from a few feet away. My head cocked as I studied it, correct in assuming it was the same as the one in the burnt down house.

I was here.

In the past.

My family home.

The wide backed television had me thinking that it wasn't too long ago either.

Suddenly, the house brightened as the lights burned brighter and I jumped, startled. The kitchen was the same, only bathed in light. I looked over my shoulder when fast footsteps echoed through the hallway. Knowing I was safe in a vision, I made my way to the door frame and peered around it. I heard a loud sigh and looked the opposite way, my eyes widening at the woman I have only seen the night of her death.

My mother walked down the hallway and stopped not far from me, shaking her head. She seemed tired as she stood, her hands on her hips, her blonde hair wild and escaping the hair clip at the back of her head. She wore a plain white t-shirt with blue baggy jeans with a cream knitted cardigan that hung down to her elbows from her shoulders. She shrugged it up higher and that was when I noticed the extremely uncomfortable-looking baby bump peeking out from her cardigan.

She glanced to the right, before quickly looking back down the hall. I watched her eagerly, taking in as much of this vision as I could. She sighed, wrapping her arms around her elbows before making her way to the room she was eyeing. I followed behind closely, wishing to reach out to her and finally meet my mother. But as the door began to shut behind her to hang halfway, I knew it would never happen.

Voices filtered through the small inch crack of the door and I cocked my head curiously when my grandmother's voice filled the air. I mean, it sounded like my grandmother...

I pushed the door open to find out for myself, but weirdly when I did, the conversation stopped. I came face to face with both my mother and grandmother's eyes. Mother frowned, arms still wrapped around her waist as she stepped closer to shut the door firmly. However, grandmother was still staring, curious. She looked around the area I was standing but never made the connection. When she looked back to her daughter, I let out a loud breath, not realising I had frozen.

"That draft is getting worse." My mother muttered, sitting in a chair beside my grandmother.

Grandmother hummed, looking at my mother with a faint smile. "What did you want to tell me about, honey?"

My mother sighed, her head falling back to land on the head of the armchair. "I'm having too many visions. They are getting out of control."

"About?"

"The twins."

"What about them?"

"Their deaths." My mother frowned, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. "I see them die, mum. Lifeless in my arms, covered in their own blood."

My grandmother smile sympathetically, patting her hands. "I have had the same vision."

My mother choked a sob. "What do I do?"

"Well, there are many paths in the future. This one can still be changed." She replied softly. "We must make sure they have the supplies they need."

"She is already showing signs of having the gift." My mother muttered.

"Who is? Cassie?"

Mother nodded. "In my visions, says she's been having funny dreams."

"She is not even born yet... What does she say?" Grandmother's eyebrows furrowed.

"She told me 'mummy, bad dream' and I didn't think much of it. From what I have seen, she will be more sensitive to things, so I thought maybe it was nothing... Perhaps an animal of hers was hurt, or something happened to her teddy... But the more I saw, the more I found her having symptoms similar to visions." Mother explained.

I had visions so young? Why did I have them then, and then no more until now?

"Have you had any visions about her?" Grandmother asked.

"Many. More of her than Pollux."

"Me too." She sighed. "I have seen one where she is safe, but so many things have to happen. We have to somehow get her on the right path. She will not die, my baby, I promise you I will not let that happen."

"Mum, but what if I die? What if we? Before she old enough?"

"Then we will prepare her. We will show her how to look after herself."

"We shouldn't have to." My mother pouted. "She isn't even born yet, she should be enjoying her life."

"So should you." Grandmother pointed out, her green eyes wrinkling in amusement. "We will be okay. I just know we will. My sight may be old, but it has wisdom. My wolf is strong, and she will protect you and the twins with her life."

"Thank you, Mum... What should we do...now?"

"Well... I think, out of all the futures I have seen, the best option is to suppress her powers. Ones of her being drained for blood her life, ones of her being beaten, ones of her being used as a slave or for breeding... If they knew she had visions of the future and fate, I fear they will use her in much worse ways." Grandmother shook her head.

I felt my hands shake as the words filtered into my mind. Suppress my visions?

"How do we suppress her visions?"

"Angela can help. I will talk to her about it. But I believe we just need to hide them, to stop them from being so fierce. Channel them elsewhere."

Mother nodded. "That sounds like it could work. If we stop her from having them physically... she will be protected."

They fell into silence and I watched as my mother's tears dried and she fiddled with her cardigan. When her hands finally left the confines of her cardigan to cradle her bump, I saw the glimmer of jewels on her fingers and wrists. One wrist held a shiny gold watch face, the other covered with different types of bracelets. Her fingers were slender and nails were well-manicured but it was what she began to fiddle with that kept my gaze.

She pulled the green ring from her finger and held it in front of her face. "Since you gave me this ring, my visions have been coming thick and fast."

"You must learn to control them." Grandmother frowned. "You know what triggers them by now, slow it down."

Mother sighed, throwing the ring onto a table beside her. "It's stressful."

"The ring only works if you have hope in your gift, Isobella. Don't act like a teenager on me now. Pick it up and put it back on. It is not the ring's fault you cannot handle your gift."

My mother grimaced. "Do not talk to me like a child. I can handle it."

"Then put the ring back on, face it head-on. The ring enhances your power, but only if you embrace it." Grandmother huffed.

"You're doing it again." Mother growled.

"Doing what? Just put the ring on!"

Mother growled and stood from her chair. She began to walk across the room in a very angry, very pregnant walk and stopped in the doorway.

"If that ring is supposed to help me, then I don't want it. It makes it so much worse and I have more worrying things to think about than training my mind."

With that, she slammed the door.

"Dang, pregnant hormonal woman."

I turned to my grandmother with wide eyes, surprised at the very random outburst from my mother. However, she didn't seem too bothered. She had a small frown on her face, displeased at the argument. But she rolled her eyes and stood from her chair. She walked to the table and picked up the ring before falling back into the same chair as before. She twiddled it in her hands, running her fingers over the green jewel.

She sighed heavily before pulling it onto her finger. "I know you are here. Whoever you are, I know that you are in this room. I must've created this vision for a reason, I can sense it. Something in my future sends you here, and I just want you to know that it is for a great purpose."

My back stiffened, a chill running down my spine at her words. She looked up from the ring, eyes raking around the room before they fell into the corner I was huddled into. She frowned, her lips pursing as her eyes unfocused on my area.

She had spoken to me. But surely that was impossible, this was a vision of her past, how was I having it?

I was so confused.

It didn't help that at that moment, the room around me began to blur. I stepped forwards in a panic, a quiet no escaping my mouth as the room disappeared. I stumbled, my vision swimming as I shifted. I fell to my knees, gasping for breath. The floor was uneven and sharp beneath me and I opened my eyes to find the broken splinters of wood and glass covering the ground.

I lifted my head, breathing heavily to find only Pollux before me. He was frowning, his arms crossed as he watched me. We didn't say anything, choosing silence as I regained my surroundings. Once my vision steadied and my breathing calmed, I shakily stood to my feet. Using the bookcase shelves as my support, I turned to him.

"How much did you see?" I wondered, my throat dry.

"Only some. You were gone for a couple of minutes just stood there like a zombie." He shrugged. "Noticed the new jewellery."

I looked down at the green emerald, finding it duller than when I first wore it. My fingers ran along it, a jolt of warmth running through my hand at the contact.

I sighed. "It was mothers. I found it... in the bookcase."

"Mother's?" He lost his closed-off expression, coming closer to look at it. "It's pretty. How do you know it was hers?"

"The vision...showed me the day she got it." I lied.

I had to be careful right now, I was going to take the words I was given literally, even it meant lying to my brother. Grandmother did say that someone in the familiar is not good, and although I knew it wouldn't be Pollux, I rather liked keeping this to myself. He would get far too nosey and if he didn't even believe me about the randomness of the room being kept intact, he would definitely not believe me about my visions or how special I must be to read grandmother's book.

"That's pretty cool. Wish I could see the future, it would make eating dinner a lot easier." He mumbled.

I laughed at him, shaking my head. We stayed there for a few more minutes, exploring the room before deciding to group back up. As we left, I glanced back at the bookcase to where I left the book. I froze halfway out of the door when I did find it, only this time it was a sharp contrast to previously.

It lay on the floor, amongst the rubble, its front cover burnt and incomprehensible. It was as though it had been caught in the blaze, burnt to its papery crispy doom.

Things keep getting weirder, and weirder.

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