“Listen closely, Jazzy,” Morgan Mirkhill told her great-great-grandaughter.
Jessica stared into blind eyes.
“Alright, Morgan,” Jessica replied, setting herself.
“Tomorrow I’m going to die.”
“Wh- ”
Morgan raised a hand, commanding silence.
“When I am dead, you will start to See things, not the way you have been seeing them up until now, but to See things.”
Jessica could hear the capital letters while her foremother spoke. She had known that this day would come of course, but it would have helped if Morgan had given her some more time. More time to prepare, more time to read, more time to prepare before she took up the mantle of Seer within the Coven.
“You won’t be joining the Coven.”
Jessica blinked at the empty eyes.
“But I thought…all these years of training,” she said, spreading her hands on the lunch table.
Around them the school cafeteria was emptying, Jessica glanced at the violin case next to her. She was going to be late to music. Morgan appeared to follow her gaze.
“Your teacher is detained, you will arrive before him.”
Jessica nodded, taking it for granted in a way that any Mirkhill child would. Morgan knew.
“So…I won’t be joining the Coven?”
“Maye has broken the Coven and gone missing,” Morgan told her, “Alyxa is also missing, but I know where she is.”
Jessica waited for the ‘she can be found here’ that she was expecting, but there was nothing.
“Morgan – ”
“You will help her and Morpheus and Bast find their way out,” the blind Seer interrupted.
“How?”
“Seeing is what we do, Jazzy. You, your mother, your grandmother, myself. We are the Cassandrian line. By Apollo’s Gift we See, and by his Curse they have do not believe us. You will guide them out of Lucifer’s gilded cages.”
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