Jessica laid her head down on the table where Aeron had left her. Where was Michael? She didn’t dare shut her eyes, any moment now she would see nothing except the haze of colours. Where was Michael? I need Michael! Every time she thought about his name a burst of light flashed through the pattern of colours, it was the only thing that varied.
Then it was gone.
All of it.
“Aeron!” she shouted, reaching forwards blindly.
“What’s wrong?”
I can’t see! I can’t see! She wanted to shout at him. Then the patterns stopped swirling and she took a breath.
“I can see,” she breathed.
The patterns fell into place like a jigsaw puzzle upon completion, and then it started to move. She saw a brilliant light floating high on top of a mountain, spawning smaller lights that tumbled down the mountainside until they burst onto the land. One light blurred towards her in a rush, then burst into her vision until all she saw was black spots. One of the lights turned dark, dashing down into the earth, deeper and deeper, the earth closing around it.
“What is it, Jessica?” Aeron’s voice asked her, “what do you see?”
If this had not been TrueSight, she would have had no idea what to tell him, but she knew because she could See.
“The Fall. Lucifer’s Fall.”
Morgan’s voice came, unbidden into her vision.
“You will guide them out of Lucifer’s gilded cages.”
The light burned down into the earth, contained by it but also containing it, creating its own world, its own realm. Lucifer’s light did not dim, and he looked up, born anew. He saw the world through new eyes. Lucifer rose. She saw the fac of the one who cast him back.
“Michael!” she shouted, reaching out.
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