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coming from my palms and extending to my fingertips. The intensity of the heat began to burn and I tried to pull my hands away from my ankle.
"Not yet," he said in response to my movement. "Just a little more. Keep your eyes closed. Imagine your ankle healing, the swelling subsiding." I followed his instructions. Suddenly, the burning intensified to a sharp white heat that sparked from my palms deep into my ankle tissue. I gasped from the sharpness of the pain. And just as suddenly it was gone. The heat, the pain, all gone.
He slowly removed his hands from mine. Opening my eyes, I searched his face, for an explanation of what just happened. His blue eyes stared back, glittering with excitement. "What was that?" I whispered.
"How does your ankle feel?" he whispered back, his blue eyes staring intently.
I reluctantly turned my eyes away from his and looked at my ankle. The swelling was gone. I tested my ankle, moving it back and forth and up and down. I felt no pain. "What did you do to my ankle?" I asked, still moving it back and forth.
"I did nothing," he responded. "You did."
"What? I don't understand."
"Jacey, you have powers that you aren't even aware of yet. This is just the beginning for you. Soon, you will understand everything. I promise."
He stared intently into my eyes and I felt like I was falling deeper and deeper into their depths. I felt my head begin to spin and my vision became fuzzy. The ringing in my ears became so loud and persistent I could barely hear him speaking.
His excited words came quickly. "You have such powers. You were made to help others and in time, you will learn how. Think Jacey. Deep in your very soul you know this already. You know this is your destiny."
I faintly registered that he was holding my hands. His face was so close to mine that I could smell him again. But this time his clean, musky scent made me dizzier. The intensity of his eyes, the urgency in his voice, and the potency of his aroma were overwhelming.
The ringing in my ears was deafening. I wanted to close my eyes to stop the spinning and the noise. I did, and I felt myself slipping into darkness. Very faintly, I could hear him, calling my name as I succumbed.
"My name? How do you know my name?" I murmured before I was enveloped by darkness.
-Three-
I opened my eyes and looked around. The pale tan walls of Oma Clare's living room. The old grandfather clock that stood as sentinel in the corner of the cozy room ticked away the seconds, while familiar family portraits on the far wall stared back at me. Oma's soft, colorful afghan had been laid out on top of me. Clutching the afghan in my hands, I sat up slowly, swinging my legs to the side of the couch so I could sit.
How long had I been sleeping?
"Ow," I moaned, pressing my fingers to my throbbing temples. I rubbed them in small circles, closing my eyes to shut out the pain in my head. "I'm going to need some aspirin," I murmured aloud.
A warm glow began to emanate from my fingertips. It was soothing, like a warm heating pad on aching joints. I continued to rub my temples and the warmth penetrated my skin and deep into my head, attacking and dulling the pain. I kept my eyes closed, pressing harder on my temples. Suddenly, the warmth increased, becoming more intense. My fingers began to burn, so I abruptly stopped rubbing. Snapping my eyes open, I stared at my reflection in the large mirror hanging over the fireplace.
What was that?
Again.
Memories of my morning run, flooded my mind.
It was this morning, right?
I looked at the grandfather clock and squinted to make out the numbers on the face. It was almost 2:30 in the afternoon.
Had I fallen asleep on the couch and had another dream? The run, the sprained ankle, the startling, strange warmth, and him...were they all just part of a dream?
Him. Where was he? I frantically looked around for him. Of course, he wasn't there.
With a frustrated sigh, I flung myself back on the couch. Curling on my side, I pulled the
"Not yet," he said in response to my movement. "Just a little more. Keep your eyes closed. Imagine your ankle healing, the swelling subsiding." I followed his instructions. Suddenly, the burning intensified to a sharp white heat that sparked from my palms deep into my ankle tissue. I gasped from the sharpness of the pain. And just as suddenly it was gone. The heat, the pain, all gone.
He slowly removed his hands from mine. Opening my eyes, I searched his face, for an explanation of what just happened. His blue eyes stared back, glittering with excitement. "What was that?" I whispered.
"How does your ankle feel?" he whispered back, his blue eyes staring intently.
I reluctantly turned my eyes away from his and looked at my ankle. The swelling was gone. I tested my ankle, moving it back and forth and up and down. I felt no pain. "What did you do to my ankle?" I asked, still moving it back and forth.
"I did nothing," he responded. "You did."
"What? I don't understand."
"Jacey, you have powers that you aren't even aware of yet. This is just the beginning for you. Soon, you will understand everything. I promise."
He stared intently into my eyes and I felt like I was falling deeper and deeper into their depths. I felt my head begin to spin and my vision became fuzzy. The ringing in my ears became so loud and persistent I could barely hear him speaking.
His excited words came quickly. "You have such powers. You were made to help others and in time, you will learn how. Think Jacey. Deep in your very soul you know this already. You know this is your destiny."
I faintly registered that he was holding my hands. His face was so close to mine that I could smell him again. But this time his clean, musky scent made me dizzier. The intensity of his eyes, the urgency in his voice, and the potency of his aroma were overwhelming.
The ringing in my ears was deafening. I wanted to close my eyes to stop the spinning and the noise. I did, and I felt myself slipping into darkness. Very faintly, I could hear him, calling my name as I succumbed.
"My name? How do you know my name?" I murmured before I was enveloped by darkness.
-Three-
I opened my eyes and looked around. The pale tan walls of Oma Clare's living room. The old grandfather clock that stood as sentinel in the corner of the cozy room ticked away the seconds, while familiar family portraits on the far wall stared back at me. Oma's soft, colorful afghan had been laid out on top of me. Clutching the afghan in my hands, I sat up slowly, swinging my legs to the side of the couch so I could sit.
How long had I been sleeping?
"Ow," I moaned, pressing my fingers to my throbbing temples. I rubbed them in small circles, closing my eyes to shut out the pain in my head. "I'm going to need some aspirin," I murmured aloud.
A warm glow began to emanate from my fingertips. It was soothing, like a warm heating pad on aching joints. I continued to rub my temples and the warmth penetrated my skin and deep into my head, attacking and dulling the pain. I kept my eyes closed, pressing harder on my temples. Suddenly, the warmth increased, becoming more intense. My fingers began to burn, so I abruptly stopped rubbing. Snapping my eyes open, I stared at my reflection in the large mirror hanging over the fireplace.
What was that?
Again.
Memories of my morning run, flooded my mind.
It was this morning, right?
I looked at the grandfather clock and squinted to make out the numbers on the face. It was almost 2:30 in the afternoon.
Had I fallen asleep on the couch and had another dream? The run, the sprained ankle, the startling, strange warmth, and him...were they all just part of a dream?
Him. Where was he? I frantically looked around for him. Of course, he wasn't there.
With a frustrated sigh, I flung myself back on the couch. Curling on my side, I pulled the
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