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Chapter 1

Moja

" If you wish to move mountains tomorrow, you must start by lifting stones today"


Dawn was always my favorite part of the day.

Golden rays streaking through the murky indigo sky. Orange and pink intertwining and meshing together, touching the clouds as the sun awakens.

Sighing, I stand up out of my crouched position groaning as my muscles crack. I stretch quickly and climb down the ladder I used to get on the rooftop. Gram doesn't like it when I'm up here without telling her, but I couldn't help it this morning.

I had a very weird dream last night and it's plagued my mind ever since.

Brush it off . . . it means nothing, I shake my head and concentrate on closing the side door to the house quietly so I don't disturb my gram. Walking into the kitchen, I help myself to some cereal with toast and jam. Looking at the clock, it just turned 6:10. Gram should be down in 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . .

"Ah my beautiful Mar, good morning sweetheart" Gram chirps cheerfully, giving my shoulders a squeeze and a kiss on my cheek.

"Good morning Ugogo" I smile at gram tenderly, although it doesn't reach my eyes.

"Did you get any sleep last night sweetie, you look so tired." Gram glances at me as she makes her own breakfast. She beats the eggs in the bowl as she looks at me knowingly. She always knows.

"Umm . . . I just had a very bad dream last night." I say, shifting my seat uncomfortably. I didn't really want to talk about it much. Hell, I didn't even understand half of it myself.

Besides, you shouldn't overthink it anyways. I shrug mentally and watch as Gram cooks.

"I know you were on that rooftop this morning." Gram states displeasingly, as the bacon on the skillet sizzles and pops.

"I'm sorry Gram . . . I just needed –

"To clear your mind . . . I know . . ." Gram cuts me off as she finishes cooking.

Sitting down at the wooden round table, Gram says, "Your mother was the same way, lost in her mind all the time." Ugogo grins, her eyes bittersweet. It was always hard talking about mom. She passed 7 years ago, but the loss was still fresh in our hearts.

Smiling at Gram warmly, I stand up from the table and clean up my mess. Throwing my dirty dishes in the sink water to soak. I glance at the clock again. It's 6:34. I don't have that much longer 'till I have to be at work. Rolling my eyes mentally, I prepare myself for my upcoming shift. Being a waitress isn't the best job yet, but hey money gets the bills paid.

Glancing at Grams warm breakfast I wish I spared myself enough time this morning.

You were too busy worrying about a dumb dream.

Yeah, yeah whatever.

Ending my mental rant, I hug Grams and tell her that I love her and that I'd see her later this evening. She smiles and as I leave, scrambling for my things.

I miss the look on her face as I leave for work.

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"Aye Amare! How's it going beautiful?" Dion, my foolish co-worker and friend shouts at me . . . although I'm only about 2 feet away. God he's so obnoxiously annoying, but he can be serious sometimes. Emphasis on the sometimes, but he is a good friend and helps the day go by faster.

"Go away trouble," I smirk as his face mimics a pouting puppy face. It never works on me though.

"Why do you insist on breaking my fragile heart," Dion whines dramatically, throwing a hand over his heart for good measure.

"Why do you insist on annoying my entire being?" I question back, arching an eyebrow playfully.

"Good question, but you know I don't annoy you . . . I just make my presence overwhelmingly known, see there's a difference." Dion gives a wink and smirks as I wait for my orders to serve.

"You're gonna get yourself in trouble, being back here too long. Marcus is gonna yell at you." I say knowingly as Dion shrugs off my comment; not caring that I mentioned our employer. He's not one to care about the repercussions of his own actions. Yep that's Dion for ya.

"I'll be just fine." Dion shrugs again, uncaringly. But really, he doesn't have to care much. This is his father's place anyways.

"Whatever you say Dion," I suppress my giggles as I hear Marcus yelling for Dion to get back to work. Dion groans and leaves me to my own work; serving customer after customer, as he cleans up behind them. The day drags on as I try not to mule over my thoughts. Specifically, my dreams, or current dream for the matter.

Leave it alone Amare.

I push my obsessive thoughts to the back of my mind . . . for later evaluation.

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"Hey kiddo! Get home safely now. Good job today, I'll see you on Monday?" Marcus calls out to me as I leave.

Dion, Marcus, and I just finished closing the place down for the evening. We tend to close earlier on the weekends. We don't offer booze, so it's no point running a restaurant that doesn't sell a bottle of liquid courage 'till late night. Plus, the restaurant has been lowly staffed for a while.

Marcus's shop is like a second home. He really helped me and my Gram out after my mom's passing . . . I owe him and more.

"Thank you, Marcus, I'll get home safe. I'll be here Monday. See you later Dion." I wave as I walk down the street to the bus stop.

"Text me when you get home!" Dion shouts as I get on the bus.

"Sure D!" I yell back as the city bus closes quickly. I quickly pay my fee, sit in an open seat, and close my eyes as the bus takes off.

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"Hey baby! How was your day?" Ugogo, my gram greets me as I enter our small home.

"Hey Gram! My day was alright. Same ole crap different day. How was your day Gram?" I ask as I take off my shoes and jacket at the door.

"Don't use that word again it sounds filthy!" Gram's nose scrunches up as she chastises me, although I'm nearing 19. But I feel as if I'm going on 30 with the amount of responsibilities I have.

Before I can respond Ugogo says, "Anyways today was interesting. I got three young girls who I get to help transition here. I believe they're around your age too, a bit younger because they're still in high school. They'll also be staying with us for a while too." Gram's eyes shine as she rambles on excitedly about the girls.

Grams is currently a part of the IRC. That means international rescue committee. They help refugees with living quarters, jobs, languages and anything else really that can help them transition in different countries better. Gram helps officially and unofficially with the refugees she's assigned. Meaning she helps even after her work is done. She is a well-respected and much-loved figure in the community. I swear this job was made for her. She has such a big heart.

As she rambled on I was surprised with certain things she told me – current local news and details about the girls.

Who would've guessed that a Zambian refugee camp would be set in my hometown? Syracuse. Of all places in the billion other small cities in America?

Who would've guessed that the country the girls were coming from were from where my family is from? Eh, technically I'm not from Zambia, I'm second-generation "American", but still I'm Zambian.

"Sweetie you should grab your phone, it's making that buzzing sound again." Gram mentions during my internal mid dialogue. She gestures towards my jacket, where I've left my buzzing cell.

I get up and grab my phone, the incessant buzzing getting on my nerves now. Wondering who would want to bother me now. I open my screen. I missed five calls, and I have seven unread texts.

All of them which is from my obnoxiously annoying, but caring friend Dion.

'Hey r u in da house?'

'Hey why aren't you answering me *insert sad face* since I'm emoji-less *insert funny laughy face* hahaha ;D'

'Don't ignore me Amare *insert angry face*

'Sike, I'm not angry. Jus want to know if you okay'

'Are you okay? … OMG you didn't break a leg, or trip over a pothole did you!?' *insert surprised face*

'Amare text me or call me ya kno? Let me kno that yu didn't trip over a pothole, or a clown didn't eat u kay? I couldn't live with myself if I let a clown drown u in a drain.'

'OMG a clown ate you, didn't it?'

I can't help but laugh as I finish reading his text messages. Deciding to ease his clown eating worries, I give him a call as I head upstairs to my room. Not before telling Ugogo goodnight though. I give her kiss and she tells me to eat a little something. I take a plate of leftovers out the microwave. Gram always leaves it there. And I wait for Dion to answer.

"Oh my God! It's really you Amare?" His voice answers.

"Duh it's me ya moron." I laugh slightly as he chuckles.

"Well you didn't text me back as soon as you got home, you are a liar miss thang, and you could've easily avoided this rant. I had no other conclusion as to why you wouldn't answer the phone or text me back besides a rampaging serial killer clown okay? Seriously though, a lot happens in town, you know that. You should be more careful. Not saying that you aren't. This is just coming from a friend who cares ya know?" He breathes out all in one breathe surprisingly.

"For a guy, you sure can talk." I joke lightly, while stating my true thoughts. Although I'm sure he already knows what I think. He knows me too well.

"Oh, stop with the unnecessary comments. I didn't ask for that." Dion snaps back quickly.

"I think you need to eat a Snickers, you get a little sassy when you need chocolate." I laugh and he joins.

"You know what I think you're right." He chuckles, as I hear shuffling and noise in the background.

"Got your Snickers yet?" I ask, humor tinting my voice.

"Sure DID." Dion says before he bites noisily into the candy bar – might I add.

"Okay great, now that that's settled . . . am I forgiven? Because I'm talking to you now and I haven't been killed by a serial killer clown?" I ask as I hear him humming in response. Thinking about if he's gonna forgive me or not, but I know he already has.

"Miss Amare, you are forgiven. Just be more careful." He says.

"Thanks D. I will." I smile. I tell him that I'm about to let him go, but he relents.

"Wait! You didn't tell me what was up with you earlier?" Dion whines.

"What do you mean?" I ask questioningly.

"Don't play stupid, you know what I mean. You must think I'm not observant at all. I know you better than I know the US History Regents. I know something is up. You were … off today at work. Did you … have another dream?" Dion asks carefully.

"I did . . . but it's really nothing to worry about. It was just strange, but it felt real." I murmur the last part.

"Amare . . . I don't mean to remind you of uh you know, shoot even I don't like talking about it . . ." he says unsurely, "But remember the last time you felt that a dream was real . . ." Dion says quickly.

"Yeah I know what happened." I say flatly. Not really wanting to discuss it more. Dion knew this too because he paused slightly before speaking again.

"Well if you want to talk about it, ya know I'm here to rant to." Dion tells me and I smile softly. He's such a good friend.

"Thank D. I'm pretty sure if I told you anyways it wouldn't make since. The dream was weird, it's no way it could ever happen. It's probably just my overactive imagination" I ramble on to D.

"As much as I WANT to harass you about it, I'm going to leave it alone . . . for now." Dion says sternly and I shake my head.

"Thank you." I say. Really appreciating the fact that he is giving me my much-needed space.

"So, I'll see you at work on Monday okay?" Dion yawns into the phone. Yup, it's about that time to go to bed.

"Yup I'll see ya then. Good night D." I suppress a yawn.

"Good night." The phone clicks. Signaling its end.

Sighing, I get up from my comfy chair. The chair and desk in my room I sat at for almost an hour talking to Dion.

I check on Gram before I get ready for bed. She's snoring softly in her room with the television on. Smiling, I close her door and go to the bathroom.

While turning the light switch on, I grab a hair tie from the sink counter to pull my unruly thick curly hair back.

Hmm, it looks like it's grown a little bit. I know, right?

Laughing a bit at my weirdness, I run my fingers through my curly black ponytail, loving how the curls bounce back into place.

Okay Amare, enough playing we're tired.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I answer my thoughts. Then I clean my face, with some soap Gram got me. It does wonders for my face. Making my dark brown sugar complexion look soft and smooth.

After cleaning my face, I look at myself in the mirror. Which I've been trying to avoid. My eyes are unique . . . you can say. They're a stormy grayish blue. Gram told me a while ago that my eyes make me special, but I beg to differ. They are in fact just eyes.

After I brush my teeth, I go to my room and lay in my bed. Before I know it, I can't stop my thoughts from wandering back to my dream. The one I've been trying to get off my mind all day.

From my perspective, in my dream, my senses were heightened. My eyes felt as if they were born again and my smell was out of this world. My body . . . it was if I was crouching low, moving stealthily. My movements fluid and strong. The forest around me was thick and green. My speed started to pick up, I was . . . chasing something or someone? The forest around me was a blur as I flew through the trees, weaving around them as I took off. But then I stopped. My foot ran into a puddle, and I looked down to see a paw. A big gigantic tan fur colored paw. Looking into the puddle I see a lioness, and not a normal sized one. This one was bigger than a regular sized male. This lioness staring back at me seemed like a mutant. Her amber gold eyes, bent down to get a closer look herself. As she got closer her eyes flicked quickly to a stormy grayish blue. A color that I knew very well.

Earlier this morning, I woke up startled. My chest heaving, eyes wide, hands clenching the sheets with my curly hair wild around my face.

You're probably wondering why I'm all freaked out about this dream. Well, it's because I think I may have an ability, or maybe just an inkling of something or intuition of some sorts that nobody around me else has. Before my mother passed, I started having dreams. Very vivid ones that seemed so real . . . and those dreams that felt real . . . actually happened. Some of them were helpful . . . helping Grams and I through tough financial times after mom passed. The other ones I had were hard to deal with. They put me in positions where I felt as if I was playing with fate.

The only other person who knows besides me is Dion. And the only way he knows now is because I warned him about a dream I had of his little brother getting shot. Long story short, Dion took a bullet for his brother not knowing that I was telling the truth, and he believed me ever since. I don't want to tell Gram because either she'd put me in the looney bin or use my dreams to see if she'll win the lottery someday. Or worse, believe me and think I'm some god sent anomaly from our tribe.

I still can't shake off the dream. Never have I had one that felt so real but wasn't true.

Hmm, I don't know Mar, maybe you're starting to lose it.

"Maybe I am." I mumble as I go to my dresser. Grabbing some Nyquil, I take the recommended dosage. Cringing as the medicine overpowers my taste buds.

Should've taken this with water. I think as I shake my head and dive back into bed. Without a second thought I snuggle into my covers as sleep takes over. Images of a lioness with blue gray eyes flashing through my mind as I fall into a deep rest.

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"Alice what's wrong." Bella asks as the rest of the family remain unmoving. Like perfect pale marble granite statues.

Renesmee, flashes to her mother's side. Her mother biting her lip. A nervous tick she had once as a human, but can't seem to let go of now even in immortal life.

"I can't see anything." Alice's soprano tone voice moans. Jasper, never the one to stray too far from his mate, puts his hands on her shoulders. Sending calming waves to her.

"I was able to see you all a second ago, but now my vision . . . I just can't see anything." Alice eyes widen.

"Are you sure it's not any of the wolves making a sudden decision. Is Jacob coming over dear?" Esme asks Renesmee and she blushes furiously.

"N-no, he's not coming over today. He's not coming 'till the weekend. He told me." Ren mumbles as she places a lock of wavy bronze hair behind her ear.

"Do you think this has anything to do with the Volturi?" Carlisle asks Alice gravely, and the room is filled with a strong silence. The only sound around being Renesmee's beating heart.

"It can't be Aro. I always keep tabs on him. He's hasn't made any decisions regarding us. He must be entertained with something else now." Alice ponders as she focuses on her sight. Trying to seamlessly get it back.

"Well since we're narrowing down options. It can't be little miss Nessie over there. Alice sees all the smooches you're giving Jake nowadays." Emmett's voice booms, and Edward threw him an agitated look.

Renesmee sends a glare at Emmett, but not able to hide her body's response she blushes again. An embarrassing trait she inherited from her mom. Emmett snickers as Rosalie smacks the back of Emmett's head. Setting him in line.

"What else could it possibly be then? Who could be messing with your visions?" Edwards asks Alice, putting the focus back on the real conversation.

"I honestly have no idea." Alice, looking worried sick answers. Even Jasper's ability couldn't relieve the look on her face.

"Whatever it is, or whoever it is – we can deal with them." Rosalie states firmly as she grasps Emmett's hand in hers. She'd never let anything happen to this family.

"In the meantime, until you regain your senses back Alice, we will remain alert. Just in case this is the Volturi's doing." Carlisle's soft yet authoritative voice fills the room and everybody nods in agreement.

This isn't the first time they've had to deal with someone messing with their family, and it wouldn't be the last.


N/A: SO that was that! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and continue to read more as I post. I plan to post weekly, so keep an eye out for the next chapter. This is my first story. It is my baby, and I hope and plan to continue writing this story and other ones in the near future.

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