Primordial Sacrifice

Primordial Sacrifice
  “She was a seer. A rare one for Melbringers and she cursed me with foresight as she bled out.”
  I tilted my head as I asked hushedly. “So it's not an ability that came with being a primordial?”
  She shook her head. “My visions always came through. From the first one, I foresaw meeting Ethan, to the vision of saving Khalid from a Melbringer castaway purging his hometown. I never questioned them because I never had a reason to.”
  I watched her jaw flex. “But then Becca happened and everything stopped making sense since.”
  The edge in her voice wasn’t anger. It was a doubt that didn’t belong to her at all.
  “I never saw her. Not once,” she went on. “And the one vision that should’ve helped us the most, the one that could’ve given us the upper hand never happened. And ever since that point, I haven’t seen anything at all.”
  I remembered the vision she had that put us on alert. It was right after my time with Ethan in the car stuck in the snow. She warned us about an attack in school. I had an inkling Becca had something to do with that vision but it wasn't something I could prove.
  Yet somehow Abigail had been carrying the responsibility of what had happened after. I'd admit, at some point, I did hate that she couldn't foresee my parents being killed but that seemed unfair now.
  “It's hard to feel good when the one thing I'm supposed to be good at stopped helping,” she mumbled looking down at her feet as the gold glow faded back to her usual onyx.
  I leaned closer knowing there was more to this confession. “Something changed. Is that why you went missing?”
  She lifted her eyes to me again. “When I was fighting the Melbringers, I finally saw something.”
  I swallowed down with a frown, wondering what it could possibly be.
   “The Melbringers and Werewolves fighting side by side.”
  “You saw the Melbringers helping us?” I tried not to sound so skeptical, but my question came out anyway.
  “No.” She corrected, “I saw them fighting with you to follow your lead. Something that significant,” she turned her focus back to the scene, “I wasn't going to wait around for it to happen so I decided to make it happen.”
  I narrowed my eyes. “So you went after them?“
  “Exactly,” she said. “As it turns out, Melbringers value the seer's ability and they'd made no move to question it. I don't trust them but you can trust that I can handle them.”
  There was no crack in her voice. So I found no further reason to doubt them. “Then I’ll hold you to that.”
  However, I needed to know something else, “The vision in the café. You never told me what it was.”
  She didn’t respond right away, confirming my suspicions.
  “It’s not something I want to say out loud,” she inadvertently admitted.
  She did have a vision but who did it concern this time? “Why not?”
  “Because Ethan will hear it,” her words suddenly lost their twinge of warmth, and it almost sounded as though she was repeating a rehearsed script to me. “And he’ll try to plan around it.”
  What was so bad that she had to steal her resolve for? My throat tightened. “And that’s a bad thing?”
  “In this case, yes.” Her hands rested still on her knees, but I could see the tension in the way her shoulders squared back.
  “Preparing for it may very well take away the actions leading to that moment itself,” she continued, “We need that moment to happen without anyone trying to control the outcome.”
  My chest slowly began to tighten as I listened to her, but I mustered up the courage to ask him the one thing I was dreading. “Does it put him in danger?”
  I waited for an answer, scrutinizing her expression for something, but she remained cold.
  Her voice turned quiet. “Let me carry this one. You just focus on making it out of this.” She didn't elaborate.
  That was practically admitting he was in some way. Technically, we were all in danger, but if Ethan was in any more, I would rather die alone than have him meet it.
  “We're ready,” Cressa's voice split through the channels. I couldn't stop the fear from thrumming through my chest at the sound of her voice.
  Was this such a good idea? We needed to find the eye. I needed to be strong enough to attempt pushing this very old entity back. The Melbringer's needed to successfully channel their dead in whatever circles they instructed the werewolves to draw. There were too many variables in the equation and now there was Abigail's vision.
  What did she see? Why wouldn't she just tell me?
  I groaned out in frustration.
  “Let's move,” Ethan commanded, releasing his authority that swept over the entire parking lot in seconds. This time it wasn't as menacing, it was commanding.
  Immediately, I let my limbs turn before leaping from the roof. The best thing I could do was get my task done as fast as possible. But most importantly, I needed to find the eye.
  As we dashed to the parking lot closing the distance in seconds, Vorare snapped his attention to us.
  I expected his eyes on me, but to my morbid surprise, they were on Ethan, who strode his way from my far right. My panic grew and I desperately wanted to shield Ethan.
  “He can handle himself,” Abigail suddenly grabbed my arm.
  “We need the eye,” Cressa's voice cut through my ears, distorting my panicked haze, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Vorare approaching Ethan with obvious interest.
  “Harlyn!“ Abigail shook me, “If he's focused on Ethan this is your chance to take him by surprise,” she stated over the rumbling thunder.
  Just in time, I caught Khalid and Tyler darting past us mid-transformation as their limbs grew in mass and fur. Howls rang through with loud resonance, and they jumped Vorare, who twisted and turned to meet their strikes.
  Abigail moved from beside me after throwing me a look. “Focus,” she said before joining in. However, her presence dwindled, and the chaos swallowed her.