The last thing I saw before I was taken was the death of my family. It was 1942. The war had been going on for 3 years. This is where it all started.
Me and my family were all sat down watching the television. That was when it first happened. My vision changed. The room, t.v, my family all gone. I was in the middle of a field. Soldiers were marching over the border between Germany and Poland. I knew this because I lived near the border. Then it was gone. My family and t.v. were back in my vision. I was scared of what I had seen. I ran to my mother who was in the kitchen preparing dinner.
"Mother, mother..." I tugged at her dress when she stopped and sighed.
"Yes Elian? What is it?" She huffed and smiled. I loved the way she smiled. She picked me up and set me next to her work place. She continued to chop the vegetables for dinner.
"I... I saw something momma." She continued to chop. "I saw the soldiers." At that moment she stopped. She placed the knife down and turned toward me. Her eyes were dark and her expression serious.
"What? What soldiers?" She was now holding me by the arms. Her pressure was starting to hurt. "Where?" I explained what had happened. How I had seen the soldiers cross the border. I thought she would have laughed at me, claiming I was silly and tell me to set the table. But she didn't.
"What is the matter momma?" Tears started to spill from her eyes. She dashed into the living room. She ordered my father and brothers to get ready to leave. They all questioned but my father knew she had a good reason. She came back in and picked me up by my arms.
"Now sweet heart. When did you see the soldiers? Are they close?" I was 12 but I knew something was wrong. I was unusually short for my age and I acted younger than I actually was. But that did not affect my intelligence, I was top in my class. The answers always came to me. "Where are they?!" Her voice was forceful. Once again I saw the soldiers. They were now less than a mile away.
"Close to the village. Why?" She dropped me down and ran upstairs to the bedrooms. Moments later she ran back down, my father and brothers following.
"Come Elian." She reached out her hand and I grabbed it for dear life. She swung me up onto her hip and ran out of the door. People all around were watching us as though we were lunatics. My mother didn't care she continued to run.
"Where are you running off to?" My next door neighbour blocked our way.
"The soldiers are com..." My mother covered my mother.
"What soldiers sweet heart?"
"If I was you I would come with us. It is not safe anymore." The neighbour stepped back. This gave my mum the opportunity to barge past her. "Never say that again. Got that?" I nodded quickly. We were close to grandmas. My mother set me down and banged on the door furiously. "Hurry up old woman please!" THe people in the streets started to look and stare. Finally my grandmother opened the door, and my mother barged past. "We need to leave." Grandmother started asking lots of questions when my mother turned and faced her. "Elian has seen soldiers coming." My Grandmother looked atr me and smiled.
"She has the gift. Told you. Every female Dahlbeck has the gift of forsight."
"Then it goes when they reach 20. I know. Hurry." She threw several bags out at my father who waited outside patiantly. My grandmother never really liked father, and never made any attempts to disguise it. My brothers hated her because she always favored me instead of them. In moments we were back on our way. Running and winding our way through the alleys and roads. Finnally we got to the border of our village. Then came the screams. The bangs, the shoots. Then I had another vision. One man standing on a petistule. Shouting at his audience of thousands. My mother shook me and it went. "What did you see?"