All day Sunday, Celeste tried to keep her mind occupied with schoolwork and other things but she always wandered to the dream from the night before. She knew that Rakesh had envisioned his own death and she began to wonder if this dream was, in fact, a vision of a time to come. She sincerely hoped not.
Celeste didn't sleep a wink that night, for fear of a repetition of the nightmare. That is why, on the following morning, Monday, she was exhausted and debated whether or not to go to school that day. She decided that she had to go and dressed in her uniform for school.
When she walked into the classroom that morning, Sakura immediately asked, "hey Celeste. Is something wrong?"
Everyone had worried looks on their faces but she didn't want them to worry and so just said, "why would anything be wrong? I'm just fine."
Celeste didn't think they particularly believed her, but just then, the teacher entered and they had to take their seats before they could ask any more questions.
Sakura, being seated behind Celeste, watched her closely and noticed that she wavered slightly, as if she was about to faint. The lunch bell rang and the group met outside, under their usual tree. Celeste looked worse than ever and they were all very worried about her but they kept their peace. If and when she wanted to tell them, she would.
By Wednesday, Celeste looked terrible. The past two nights she had barely slept, for each time she closed her eyes, she saw Soren and what he would do to her. It was the last period of school, and Celeste's eyes kept drooping until they were closed. Her chin was propped up on her left hand and she slowly dozed off.
NO, no, not again. Please wake up. I can feel myself lying down again with my arms and legs held down. The blindfold is over my eyes and it's pitch black. Oh, why can't I wake up?
The blindfold is removed and their stands Soren, smirking at me off to my right. I turn my head to the left, not wanting to look at his ugly mug any more than I have to. He leans close and whispers in my ear, "you are mine. Revenge is sweet."
The stench of evil is overpowering and he all but tears my clothing from my body. He is even more vicious this time than last. He is rough and squeezes my chest harshly. This dream is a little different from the last one but it will end the same. I know it!
He is now lying on top of me and I can't help but let the tears flow from my eyes of what is to come. He thrusts swiftly into me but this time, I haven't woken up right away. I can't hear myself cry out. Why haven't I woken up yet? Please!
Off to the left, a bright, silver light is shining through the balcony doors. Soren has moved off of me and the light appears to be harming him. The glass shatters inward and the shards sprinkle themselves around me like glittering snow. The pain is gone and the light is getting brighter . . .
"Ms. Leverette," the teacher says, standing directly in front of Celeste and causing her to jump, "are we boring you?"
"No sir, I'm sorry sir," she said, and the teacher just turned and walked back to the front of the room.
"Don't let it happen again."
Celeste sighed, happy that she hadn't gotten detention, and tried her best to pay attention to the teacher. Her mind began wandering after only a few minutes and drew her attention to the dream. It had changed, but why? The bright light had saved her from probable death. She still didn't want to sleep because of the pain, but now she wasn't nearly as afraid as she used to be.
After the bell rang, the group met at the gate of the school and walked together to Sakura's house. Celeste walked a few paced behind Eriol and Tomoyo who were walking just behind Sakura and Shaoran. The others were quite worried about her but had decided to wait until they were at their destination.
Upon entering the house, Sakura went to the kitchen to make some tea, followed closely by Shaoran. The others went into the living room and sat down. Tomoyo and Eriol sat next to each other on the couch and Celeste sat in the lounge chair, her head back against the rest and her eyes closed.
Sakura entered followed closely by Shaoran, carrying a tray with cups and a pot of tea on it. They sat together on the floor, on the other side of the low table, and began to serve the tea. Eriol and Tomoyo kneeled on the other side of the table and Celeste kneeled at one end.
Sakura decided to begin the conversation and so asked, "Celeste, are you all right?"
The others looked over at her, worried expressions crossing their faces, as she looked at each of them in turn. She didn't want them to worry, but she had to tell them something. She couldn't tell them everything, though, so she said, "not really."
"What's wrong?" Tomoyo asked.
"I had a bad dream, but I don't think it was just a dream anymore," she began, "it was too real to be simply a dream. It had to be a vision and if it going to come true, we all have to be on guard. I don't want it to come true."
"A vision," Eriol murmured, his thoughts in his previous life. "Have you ever had a vision before?"
"Only as Rakesh, as you well know," she replied, a slight smirk crossing her features.
He smiled at that said, "yes that is true. So what is this recent vision about?"
Her face saddened a little as she said, "the same thing the last one was about."
Eriol looked at her, shock plainly written across his features, as the others looked at him in wonder. The vision that Rakesh had before he had died had been of his own death. If she had envisioned her own death, once again, then it had great promise of coming true and he didn't want to lose a friend.
Sakura looked between Eriol and Celeste, both of which had downcast expressions and their heads were bowed. She wanted to know what was going on so she asked, "What was this vision about?"
"My death," she answered simply, causing Sakura and Tomoyo to gasp and Shaoran's eyes to widen. "It's the only thing I have ever had a vision for in both lives."
Just then, Kero came flying in, holding a bit of cloth in his small paws, and landed at the other end of the table. "Why the sad faces? What's going on?" He asked, not knowing what was happening.
The group looked over at him and Eriol noticed the bit of cloth he had set on the table. "Is that what I think it is Kero?" He asked in a slightly amused voice.
Kero looked away and began whistling innocently. His eyes moving back to Eriol every once in a while with a look that said I don't know what you're talking about. Eriol only smirked and felt around for Yue's aura. He could feel it coming down the stairs and enter the living room.
The others looked up as Yue entered, his floor length hair unusually loose and flowing about his person. He walked, or rather floated, into the living room, nodding his greeting to the others there, and picked up the cloth that Kero had been holding. After tying his hair back, he picked up Kero by the tail, ignoring the protest of the little sun guardian, and flung him through the kitchen door. They then heard two thumps, one when he hit the wall and one when he hit the floor.
Yue gracefully sat down on the vacant couch and looked at the group. He noticed that they all had slight smiles on their faces but their eyes showed sadness and so he asked, "what is wrong?"
Celeste looked at him; not wanting to tell him what was happening but knowing she had no choice. "I had a vision, Yue." He looked at her, waiting for her to continue, ever aware of a bad feeling in the back of his mind. "My death."
If it had been possible, Yue would have paled even more than his already paled complexion would have allowed.