A few heads turned to look at him. "I had a new prophecy!" he exclaimed, louder this time. A hush fell over the room. All eyes were on him.

Bruno gulped. He really, really wanted to hide right now. This was completely nerve wracking. He hated this vision, he hated having to interrupt this party, he hated the way everyone was staring at him…

"I-I had a new vision." He found Alma in the crowd. His mother was looking like she was trying very hard not to be angry with him right now (which made sense since he was disrupting the party with what she probably guessed was bad news), but as he continued, her expression only turned to one of worry. "There's going to be a storm tomorrow. The river is-it's going to flood. Everyone stay away from the river; keep your kids inside if you can."

Whispers started floating around the room, several of those people scrutinizing Bruno. At the mention of "storm," everyone turned to look at Pepa, who's eyes were wide and looking at Bruno like he was crazy. No, no, no, he couldn't have everyone blame her for this. He wasn't even sure if she'd cause the storm or not. Now she'd just be stressed about this.

Alma started climbing the stairs to get to where her son was standing. Bruno tried not to panic as she approached him.

"Bruno, what is this all about?" she hissed, looking from the crowd below to the glass slab in his hands. "What are you doing? If you had another vision you can come to me, but this is supposed to be a night of celebration! Why did you just worry everyone here?"

Bruno's hands were shaking. "Well I, uh…I saw-you see, I saw some kids from the village fall in the flooding river-"

"You what?"

"I saw two kids get swept up by the river. I have to tell everyone here so they can be prepared!"

Alma closed her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose, and let out an exasperated sigh. Then she looked back at her son and took the glass prophecy. Her eyes studied it closely. Each moment of silence from her was only making Bruno more and more uncomfortable, but then she finally spoke again. "I heard that you had an accidental vision earlier, is this true?"

Bruno nodded.

"You saw something about this storm or the flood in it, didn't you?"

He nodded again. "I-Yeah, I mean yes, I did."

A look of understanding dawned on his mother's face. "So you had another vision to see if you could find out more…I'm very proud of you, my son. I know you don't like these visions, but this can help us prepare for what will happen."

Bruno blinked. "You're…You're not mad?"

Alma shook her head. "I'm not mad, Brunito."

"Even though I uh…Heh…Interrupted the party?"

"Of course not. You only did it to help." She looked down at the prophecy again. "Don't worry, I will deal with the rest of this. You did your part, I'll talk to the village."

Bruno suddenly felt like a very heavy weight was lifted off his chest. He could suddenly breathe again. "Thanks." His shoulders slumped in relief, he hadn't even realized how tense he was. "I'm gonna go now-I'm gonna…Yeah…"

Bruno started walking away, taking a few steps forward, but then a loud voice halted him.

"That's it?! You curse us with a vision and you're just going to walk away?" Bruno's heart nearly stopped as he turned towards the source of the voice. It was a woman in her late thirties, and she looked angry.

There were more whispers. Then, "She's right! What else did you see?" a man a few feet away from her exclaimed. He looked more annoyed than angry though.

Bruno felt frozen in place. He couldn't get himself to move. He wanted to walk away and just be done with this, but those two villagers wouldn't let him. What was he supposed to do?! He didn't want to terrify anyone by mentioning that two kids would get washed away in the flood. He already caused enough panic without giving the details.

Luckily, Alma came to his defense right away. She looked like she was trying very hard to stay calm and not snap at anyone. "Please stay calm. My son has not cursed anyone. Can't you see he's trying to help by warning you of the flood?"

More whispers. Judging by the looks on everyone's faces, they weren't sure how to react to this news. Some, like that lady who just yelled at him, looked angry. Some looked unsure and hesitant. Most people just looked nervous. Bruno couldn't take it, this was freaking him out. But he still felt…frozen. Stuck there, forced to face the disappointment of everyone here at this party.

"If the seer really wants to help, then why doesn't he tell us more about the storm or the flood? How much damage will there be? What can we do to prepare?" Everyone looked expectantly at Bruno.

Bruno looked back at them, his eyes wide. He couldn't tell them two kids would get involved. Everyone would blame him for it and hate him for sure! He'd only been planning on sharing that certain detail with the other Madrigals so they could help figure out a solution. Telling the villagers would only make things worse. "I-Well, I-um…It's like this you see, uh…" His mouth was dry. The right words refused to come out.

Alma moved next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Then her hand moved up and tilted his head towards hers so she could meet his terrified gaze. "Breathe, Brunito. Just breathe. I told you, I will handle this. You go back to your room and get some rest."

Bruno hadn't even realized that he was starting to hyperventilate a little. Still not able to get any words out, he tried to force his legs to move for him. One leg after the other. Move, move, move! Even if he wanted to speak, everything the villagers were saying was blurring together. His head felt clouded; he was so panicked that he couldn't think straight. All he could do was slowly trudge his way back into the nursery where his makeshift bed was. His brain was too muffled at the moment to even remember that he was supposed to hold his breath as he passed through the doorway. He kept knocking on wood though. Every inch of wood he saw was repeatedly being knocked on by his fist. No matter how much knocking he did though, it really didn't do much to soothe his current state of mind.

Bruno practically collapsed on his makeshift bed once he reached it and shut the door tight. He laid down and pulled a pillow over his head, trying to drown out the noises of the villagers below and the voice of Alma trying to keep things calm.

He knew it, he just knew it. He really was bad luck.