The demon-girl had lived a relatively secluded life to this point.  She’d spent the majority of her childhood trying to keep her sister – sweet, innocent Elain – safe from any harm. She hadn’t expected that undertaking to become such a full time job.  But Elain had been born with a wanderlust that Eadaz knew she would never be able to contain. She knew this both implicitly and visions that constantly flashed before her eyes were a constant reminder that even if she kept Elain in a cage her efforts would be futile.  So she’d taken a step back now that Elain was older and not as vulnerable as she once had been.  But the anxiety was still there. 

Sometimes what she saw was simply visions of possibilities. But other times what she saw was a prophecy – more than once had she been paralyzed with all-consuming déjà vu as she watched a vision replay in real time before her eyes, slowly morphing into reality with little she could do to stop it.

She still had little control about when they would come, but the fear of the unknown was not as terrifying now as it had been as a child.  Sometimes she saw only a few moments into the future. Sometimes she wasn’t sure how far into the future she saw. Was it years? Decades?  But control and deciphering the meaning was an ongoing, daily battle that she craved some freedom from.  Perhaps that’s what finally brought her out into the open and out of seclusion.

She didn’t venture to the meadow. Instead, she stayed in the forest. The trees were a comfort to her and there were still plenty of others here. But it was Elain that was the sweet sister. The social sister. And Eadaz had no idea what she was even doing here.  She let out a huff and pressed her horned head against the wide trunk of a nearby tree. ”What am I doing,” she breathed, under her breath, letting her eyes slide shut and hoping that she’d see only darkness as she did so.